Verse 1: J-Tone The bigger pictures might give you better look At this world that we're living in Listen man, please dont overlook All issues... I pick up the pencil To simply write Because world's strongest gun, can compete with the pencil's mite Pencils might, cause war, pencils might create peace Pencils fight with the poor Cause pencils can not see Your social status, or your race I'm provoking madness everyday Poke a dragon in the face Eventually, you'll feel the flames Unveil the name that was chosen Chosen one, chose to overcome The change I'm beholding Golden guns, to the golden ones The rage that I'm holding Goes to flames that I have molded Into ways I have totalled All the names that I've chosen (Uh.) Behold this one Little rapper who is poking fun Half heartedly coming at me, and you just hope I run Everything I spit cold and golden. Dry ice to the gold for fun You will see, what these foes become They're forgotten, and old, and dumb See the things I have overcome Peace and words forged in one Peaceful wars, are only won By the peaceful, poor, or poorly run Reach for more, and more will come Teach them more, and score a ton Keep your score Cause cheaters forming Left and right, with more to come Mourn for all, don't mourn for some Mornings fall, and mornings come Warnings lost, and gore will come... Through the streets, and war can run Prove to me the doors are shut Then I'm Houdini with a bunch... Of locks and chanins I plot in pain You rot in vain When war's among The peaceful And the peaceless When thieves learn to reach less And wings form in distress (de-stress) And teams form the respect Then, and only then do we remember those lessons Cause life 'll be much simpler And less of us stressing. (like) Look both ways before you cross the street Cause chaos is just around the corner Persuing us all as I speak Any one of us can become the formers The forgers Creators Builders The pioneers Innovators The makers Trainers Or the engineers To a world bound to crash within years To a world bound to crash within years