[Verse 1: B.Young] The wicked ways of this world will leave you twisted They told me aim for the moon when they know ill miss it Don't take nothing for granted and grips ya permits They'll wait for one little slip before they make you split You can try and tell yourself there ain't nothing wrong But ya money locked up tommy chong because of legal bongs Its just another example of their lust for power Can they control the bottom cla** from the tallest tower Give you a minute when you need a f**in hour Stressful work and constant bills will have you pushing daisy flowers Its takin some years outta my life I'm making it clear that it ain't right Using my fear to help me fight But its still unclear if ill last the night What's the point of putting up a struggle When the world is working hard to restrain you in a bubble Restrict your words with a muzzle Hide a piece from your puzzle I think its time we call a huddle To create a tsunami from a puddle [Verse 2: B.Young] No matter how bad you have it somebody has it worse Try b**hin bout your day job to the driver of the hearse Or a military nurse it doesn't matter I rather see past due then blood splatter Look on the bright side They can't take what's inside Im talking bout your pride You got the power to decide So don't feel forced to choose one of their options Show em without you they crumble that's how you stop em Tackle an stomp em Crackle and pop em Direct their focus to you Their number one problem Instead of five flat fingers we need to form a fist My head is solid aim on target ain't no way we can miss Im sick and tired of thinking that im sick and tired Retired once but im back and fighting fire with fire Its an eye for an eye so I hope you ain't hungry Cuz between you and I their ain't enough pieces of pie Im here to step on your feet, get the f** out my way I hit as hard as this beat, and back up what I say Then retreat to the streets, in the gutters I play The trash you tried to delete, sh** just brightens my day [Verse 3: B.Young] Cracking knuckles wringing necks This a jungle check the specs Pick a hustle get a check Feel the struggle in the trek Grind away all night and day Find a way to fight the pain Don't delay the effort Or go spinning down a darkened drain [-----break-----] Put away that picket crap Pick up any cricket bat Smash the f**in teeth Of every critic trying to holla back The systems there to hold you back Trace and track the place your at Replace your face with ease In case you recognize the empty vat They think we are blind deaf and dumb Hope we turn on each other But combined as a sum Well divide their storm from our weather Hold your breath if you can Until you light as a feather Consider it cutting loose ties Im bitter no better no lies Difference deep in the eyes Disguised a disgusting surprise A demon crawling inside Meaning to distinguish your pride Break you down till you crumble Caving in from all sides We were behaving too humble Basically gave them their prize