i wanna give it a chance but im afraid of my freedoms
i got alot of procedures i know them really well
i know the tide will swell, i know the seaons change
i know the stage but i dont really know the way they play
i try to wait for inclusion but often find my self movin
into the back of the pack and i watch the other rise
im runnin out of time... i need to dry my eyes
no longer pitty the vision that im holdin inside
... and so the clock keep tickin
and its pickin a winner and it be leanin to sinners
i eat my morals for dinner i try to warn the beginners
but man they danced with the fire so they dont wanna rekindle
the flame
... and i dont wanna reveal the name
i keep em guessin forgettin they true intentions
undressin they conscious efforts replace it with some better now
you better make a sound  and tell me what the fucks up now...


right fist in the air right foot forward
rymes for the righteous ... all else is borin
low level foreign, im climbin to the mountain tops
fosterin my youth i keep it fluid til the fountain stops
bubblin covered in an elixir im makin it got
a couple parts of honesty but watch it they shakin the pot
i wanna give a mission a message of a hope
they want you watchin television missin the message i wrote
it's just bad game hopin for the fame
and its a damn shame we identify with a brand name
.... and how complacent the masses remain
if they just have dollar to their name
they need that fix of check out blips
they pavlov dogs triggered to react to this shit
and so i sit on the sidelines and just take notes
as they all march by on their way to the ropes (go)