My past goes way back
I see it clear like digi playback
Landed me right here
I can't ever explain that
I ain't been perfect for certain; everybody's got regrets
What I manifest exhibits much respect for this genesis
I'll never rest 'til I lose my breath
In the lifetime next, confident I'll see the struggles that I left behind
Karma dwells in the essence deep down, yo, and yes it shines
Eternal mastermind made me sign
Hancock the dotted line
Now I reside in the skin I'm in
A tenement
I think I need ten of them
Less of a demon than many men
But no angel either
It keeps me freer, walking in the shades of gray
Never went black or white all the way
Keeping my own pace
Hook:
Navigating through the maze
With the rhythm as my cheese
Three-sixty degrees
In this life that we lead
Don't get stuck up isosceles
Just one of my philosophy's policies
The ill rhythmic elicits responses, twitches from the nonconscious
In an instant, start this like a bomb does
Then end this--boom
Beats, rhymes and life fillin up the room
Am I going home soon or just approaching my doom?
One question that's destined to turn on your perspective
Resurrected before
Still struggle to catch the essence, yo, so give me some more
Wondering if I left it with my innocence outside at the door
I probably been here before
So I can't rest until I get to the raw
Fuck the metaphor
The sermons, the gospel of the surgeon
Who only believes in science
I've tried real hard to convert him; he won't buy it
Can't open every mind when I spit, though I'm trying
I'll just take 99 percent, I guess
And fight for the 1 percent left 'til I'm out of breath
Navigating through the maze
With the rhythm as my cheese
Three-sixty degrees
In this life that we lead
Don't get suck up isosceles
Just one of my philosophy's policies
I melt static away
Fanatic how I do it
Automatic I spray
It's all that matters to me
It clears my brain
Can't explain
I think it's keeping me sane
Try to stop falling like the rain, na mean?
This life sometimes, it's hectic as shit
I've got that or this
Don't which to get with
Make my life make a switch
But it's harder than dicks get around a bitch
Harder than Starks starting on the Knicks
Man, back in '95 I was so childish
Innocent
Now I spend my time with Regret
Kick the jack back to make my mind black when it gets bad
Usually just the pen and the pad
That's the program
I'm a lone man
But the mic I'm holding
Is scolding my hands
There must be a bigger plan
So then I jump right in
Not knowing how to swim
But I’m ready to begin
