| (Verse 1)Everything happens for a reason | |
| And my reason to be's to see shit happen for a reason – | |
| One event to the next | |
| It's like | |
| I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses | |
| Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes | |
| I've been mocked and accosted, to the point that | |
| I got nauseous | |
| Though my flow's been plugged enough to stop faucets | |
| I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind | |
| And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that | |
| I get from within | |
| I've protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship | |
| But both my coats are ripped and | |
| I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit | |
| Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, | |
| I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it | |
| Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with | |
| This curse, this evil urge | |
| I feel for verses | |
| Is one of my life's real perversions | |
| I seal my curtains when | |
| I write, I feel disturbance from the light | |
| I deal with dirt and yet | |
| I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect | |
| And words | |
| I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot | |
| They rather hear me rock off of the top | |
| There's pitfalls in my socks, so | |
| I walk with caution | |
| Somebody halt the auction! | |
| Cause my soul's on sale, and | |
| I thought | |
| I lost it(Chorus 2X) | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can't get enough of your love(Verse 2) | |
| And who the hell am | |
| I supposed to be? | |
| A holy priest holding a rosary? | |
| Some type of bold stoic | |
| Moses of poetry? | |
| Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets | |
| A total phoney? | |
| If I said my name was ' | |
| Tony' would you know it's me? | |
| Supposedly, | |
| T-O-N-E flow with ease over these bolder beats | |
| But the flow's too cheap to pay for groceries | |
| And in the throws of grief | |
| I choke and breathe | |
| Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet | |
| I don't know if we both believe | |
| I scope the scene, and | |
| I'm watching these bills build up | |
| I'm nice with a day-job, these niggaz write all day and still suck | |
| And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts | |
| I kill dubs, but | |
| I don't have the mills to pay for real pub | |
| My chilled love melts on occasion | |
| Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if | |
| Clue or Flex will play it | |
| Who you expect to say this shit if | |
| I don't?What? | |
| Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists | |
| I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market | |
| **** art, cause thugs aren't the smartest targets | |
| And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up | |
| And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love | |
| And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's real | |
| It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels | |
| And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal | |
| Like stolen | |
| Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal(Chorus)(Verse 3) | |
| I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this | |
| From Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements | |
| My family suffered a grievance when we discussed | |
| I was leaving | |
| Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings | |
| There's something appeasing in the corruption of demons | |
| Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding | |
| But times up, months it's exceeded | |
| Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleedingknowing | |
| I ain't had it as tough as | |
| JesusThis shit doesn't compete or even touches what he did | |
| But, will | |
| I be signed by 33? | |
| Cause my teens were ****ing depleted | |
| Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens | |
| But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha) | |
| I must be conceited, right? | |
| Well, I'm balanced out by the lack of self-esteem | |
| I've felt since | |
| I've learned how to read & write | |
| Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight | |
| Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 people die(SOB! SOB!) | |
| Feel bad for the rap artist? | |
| But pour your soul into something for responses that's half-hearted | |
| Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships | |
| And then you'll see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist | |
| This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness | |
| It's impossible to trap my lips, when | |
| I have to spit | |
| I try to swim away, but | |
| I keep getting dragged back in this | |
| Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, | |
| Cause I'm a | |
| Masochist(Outro 3X) | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can't get enough of your love |
| Verse 1 Everything happens for a reason | |
| And my reason to be' s to see shit happen for a reason | |
| One event to the next | |
| It' s like | |
| I' m stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses | |
| Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes | |
| I' ve been mocked and accosted, to the point that | |
| I got nauseous | |
| Though my flow' s been plugged enough to stop faucets | |
| I' ve thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind | |
| And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that | |
| I get from within | |
| I' ve protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship | |
| But both my coats are ripped and | |
| I can' t seem to decide on clothes that fit | |
| Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, | |
| I' m wondering if it' ll all be worth it | |
| Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with | |
| This curse, this evil urge | |
| I feel for verses | |
| Is one of my life' s real perversions | |
| I seal my curtains when | |
| I write, I feel disturbance from the light | |
| I deal with dirt and yet | |
| I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it' s perfect | |
| And words | |
| I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot | |
| They rather hear me rock off of the top | |
| There' s pitfalls in my socks, so | |
| I walk with caution | |
| Somebody halt the auction! | |
| Cause my soul' s on sale, and | |
| I thought | |
| I lost it Chorus 2X | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I' m gon' turn the other cheek yeah | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can' t get enough of your love Verse 2 | |
| And who the hell am | |
| I supposed to be? | |
| A holy priest holding a rosary? | |
| Some type of bold stoic | |
| Moses of poetry? | |
| Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets | |
| A total phoney? | |
| If I said my name was ' | |
| Tony' would you know it' s me? | |
| Supposedly, | |
| TONE flow with ease over these bolder beats | |
| But the flow' s too cheap to pay for groceries | |
| And in the throws of grief | |
| I choke and breathe | |
| Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet | |
| I don' t know if we both believe | |
| I scope the scene, and | |
| I' m watching these bills build up | |
| I' m nice with a dayjob, these niggaz write all day and still suck | |
| And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts | |
| I kill dubs, but | |
| I don' t have the mills to pay for real pub | |
| My chilled love melts on occasion | |
| Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if | |
| Clue or Flex will play it | |
| Who you expect to say this shit if | |
| I don' t? What? | |
| Cause I don' t wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists | |
| I' m searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you' re hard to market | |
| art, cause thugs aren' t the smartest targets | |
| And I' m not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up | |
| And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love | |
| And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it' s real | |
| It seems I' m cruising, and they' re still using these crooked stones for wheels | |
| And when you know the deal, it doesn' t evoke the most appeal | |
| Like stolen | |
| Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal Chorus Verse 3 | |
| I' ve sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this | |
| From Love definitive reason, to trust in agreements | |
| My family suffered a grievance when we discussed | |
| I was leaving | |
| Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings | |
| There' s something appeasing in the corruption of demons | |
| Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding | |
| But times up, months it' s exceeded | |
| Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleedingknowing | |
| I ain' t had it as tough as | |
| JesusThis shit doesn' t compete or even touches what he did | |
| But, will | |
| I be signed by 33? | |
| Cause my teens were ing depleted | |
| Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens | |
| But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? Ha | |
| I must be conceited, right? | |
| Well, I' m balanced out by the lack of selfesteem | |
| I' ve felt since | |
| I' ve learned how to read write | |
| Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight | |
| Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 people die SOB! SOB! | |
| Feel bad for the rap artist? | |
| But pour your soul into something for responses that' s halfhearted | |
| Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships | |
| And then you' ll see why every review' s like another line on my scarred wrist | |
| This lighthearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness | |
| It' s impossible to trap my lips, when | |
| I have to spit | |
| I try to swim away, but | |
| I keep getting dragged back in this | |
| Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, | |
| Cause I' m a | |
| Masochist Outro 3X | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I' m gon' turn the other cheek yeah | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can' t get enough of your love |
| Verse 1 Everything happens for a reason | |
| And my reason to be' s to see shit happen for a reason | |
| One event to the next | |
| It' s like | |
| I' m stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses | |
| Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes | |
| I' ve been mocked and accosted, to the point that | |
| I got nauseous | |
| Though my flow' s been plugged enough to stop faucets | |
| I' ve thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind | |
| And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that | |
| I get from within | |
| I' ve protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship | |
| But both my coats are ripped and | |
| I can' t seem to decide on clothes that fit | |
| Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, | |
| I' m wondering if it' ll all be worth it | |
| Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with | |
| This curse, this evil urge | |
| I feel for verses | |
| Is one of my life' s real perversions | |
| I seal my curtains when | |
| I write, I feel disturbance from the light | |
| I deal with dirt and yet | |
| I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it' s perfect | |
| And words | |
| I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot | |
| They rather hear me rock off of the top | |
| There' s pitfalls in my socks, so | |
| I walk with caution | |
| Somebody halt the auction! | |
| Cause my soul' s on sale, and | |
| I thought | |
| I lost it Chorus 2X | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I' m gon' turn the other cheek yeah | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can' t get enough of your love Verse 2 | |
| And who the hell am | |
| I supposed to be? | |
| A holy priest holding a rosary? | |
| Some type of bold stoic | |
| Moses of poetry? | |
| Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets | |
| A total phoney? | |
| If I said my name was ' | |
| Tony' would you know it' s me? | |
| Supposedly, | |
| TONE flow with ease over these bolder beats | |
| But the flow' s too cheap to pay for groceries | |
| And in the throws of grief | |
| I choke and breathe | |
| Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet | |
| I don' t know if we both believe | |
| I scope the scene, and | |
| I' m watching these bills build up | |
| I' m nice with a dayjob, these niggaz write all day and still suck | |
| And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts | |
| I kill dubs, but | |
| I don' t have the mills to pay for real pub | |
| My chilled love melts on occasion | |
| Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if | |
| Clue or Flex will play it | |
| Who you expect to say this shit if | |
| I don' t? What? | |
| Cause I don' t wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists | |
| I' m searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you' re hard to market | |
| art, cause thugs aren' t the smartest targets | |
| And I' m not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up | |
| And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love | |
| And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it' s real | |
| It seems I' m cruising, and they' re still using these crooked stones for wheels | |
| And when you know the deal, it doesn' t evoke the most appeal | |
| Like stolen | |
| Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal Chorus Verse 3 | |
| I' ve sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this | |
| From Love definitive reason, to trust in agreements | |
| My family suffered a grievance when we discussed | |
| I was leaving | |
| Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings | |
| There' s something appeasing in the corruption of demons | |
| Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding | |
| But times up, months it' s exceeded | |
| Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleedingknowing | |
| I ain' t had it as tough as | |
| JesusThis shit doesn' t compete or even touches what he did | |
| But, will | |
| I be signed by 33? | |
| Cause my teens were ing depleted | |
| Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens | |
| But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? Ha | |
| I must be conceited, right? | |
| Well, I' m balanced out by the lack of selfesteem | |
| I' ve felt since | |
| I' ve learned how to read write | |
| Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight | |
| Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 people die SOB! SOB! | |
| Feel bad for the rap artist? | |
| But pour your soul into something for responses that' s halfhearted | |
| Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships | |
| And then you' ll see why every review' s like another line on my scarred wrist | |
| This lighthearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness | |
| It' s impossible to trap my lips, when | |
| I have to spit | |
| I try to swim away, but | |
| I keep getting dragged back in this | |
| Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, | |
| Cause I' m a | |
| Masochist Outro 3X | |
| If I gotta fight for the rest of my life | |
| Then I' m gon' turn the other cheek yeah | |
| Cause I hate the way you hurt me | |
| But I can' t get enough of your love |
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