I've played the fence, the field, the odds, the cards, the game
I paid the rent, my dues, for shoes, it's hard-to-say
play to win, to sin with 10's the hard-way
I'll descend to the-end and give-in to them dark-days
Don't pretend to understand I won't defend the underhand
They get clapped like thunder man and it's back to the motherland
Done like no other can, rhymes connect like constalations
It's A.K.A, D.O.A and other applicable abreviations
I'll smother tactical conversations with radical implications
is it magic, hallucinations or these scheming illiterations?
for the generations, blessed nations, that been stricken by pride
manipulation for motivation, man I'm sicken by the lies
it's verbal suicide, it's do or die so Ima leave it on the mic
herbal tour guide and Ima ride till I see what I don't like
I'm still conceded, still a threat, ain't competing for the part
Undefeated by my demons I been keeping in my heart