Verse 1
Groundhog day in Pompeii as the lava rushed
Sisyphus kept the rocks moving, didn't matter much
Nothing was the same like regained trust
Career is a smear on the life of a paintbrush

Heavy toll, heads will roll if the hero swings
Blood splatter not the main attraction at the guillotine
Seeds rejoice with a rhythmic voice for the gift of rain
Communicable diseases travelling in the winds of change

First, we pray to overcome the thirsty days
Before the stomachache turns you to a fallen prey
Either save your skin or in God you put your faith
Cut to the chase, please, my patience is razor-thin

Lowest hanging fruit of my family tree
I know the ropes, the ledge of my life expectancy
Liberty or death, never plead clemency
Your death sentence no match for my suicidal tendencies

Verse 2
Since Sweeny Todd's untimely demise
Cutthroats been promising us a pie in the sky
I'm still improving. I keep it moving like Sisyphus
An uphill task that was given us. This really sucks

That 9-5, dawg, it ain't bringing payments
They want me. Lifting snubs dealing drugs on city pavements
It's the hard-knock life. and I'm really patient
Like moving rocks ain't already Sisyphean

But he kept the rocks moving like a landslide
Proceeds of those deeds kept my man's fly
Class upgrade, blue-collar with a herringbone
The rocks he slung soon became his stepping stone

Who knows, that fast and loose dough, fools gold
Don't break a leg, just trying to gain a Foothold
Fiends getting stoned is not what you call a martyr
Live and Learn, the bridges burned made me walk on water

Verse 3
Escalating karmic debt, I knew life had it for me
Headed for a collision course and ignored the passive warnings
My misfortune is bittersweet and palate numbing
But a taste of your own medicine can be habit-forming

Road to righteousness is narrow and delicate
Truth is a bitter pill to swallow if you self medicate
Death is guaranteed, and I can barely wait
To vigorously defend my case at the pearly gates

Forgive my infringements and misdeeds
Nowadays, I crave solitude with real ease
I still breathe in stale air, but now I'm apathetic
About eternal damnation and how I dread it

A lost sheep must succeed without the shepherd
Sorry, sheep, but Bloodied fleece is how to trounce the leopard
Sour sceptics questioning how I found my ethics
If your faith had dialectics, many won't doubt the message