What do these kids know about struggles
U hear em-it comes to this they all mumbles
Don't know what its like to starve day to day
Drop some lyrics-but they got pay for play
Me n silk-we striving to make a buck
If this music shit happens-it's straight luck
No right time-right place bee-es ya hear
Its perfection-real lyrics-this is our career
It's a choice-but u don't know what its like
U don't know what it is to fiend for the mic
Sometimes I feel like I'm waistin time n breath
So I keep pushin these lyrics til ya death
An thas what its gonna take for y'all to feel me
But shits so real-it'll take less time to conceal me
Keep me chained up-out the way of their plans
Burn pencils pens and paper-and cut off my hands

They don't want me to write-they forcing freestyles
But look deep and find the deepest in my emcee files
Syt the iLLest lyricist to grab the mic-the realist mayne
Struck more than a nerve-I struck the deepest vein
Thats why I'm a problem-they looking for a solution
I can't be held back u already owe me retribution
So quit lookin for a solution and look for another problem
I think ya found it-silk another case-try an solve em
But I stay spittin to these beats to release my feeling's
Agony of my self righteous path is forcing stealing's
But my people-my crowd-my fans-don't lower yourself
I know its hard coming from poverty seeking wealth
I'm in the same boat searching for my place in this
I was gonna say life-planet-world or something-but in this
I'm talking about the frame of mind we're living in
Humble pie in a grave-we get loud and deeper-diggin in

I cock back the hammer, put it to the beat
Cock back wind up put holes through meat
Tatter ya flesh and leave the wall splattered
Who cares-nothin u ever said mattered

Righteous thinking on the part of a dictator
Leads to the selfish killing of a bitch hater
I don't mind defaming for the right purpose
Now I got white collars brown n nervous