they are trying to test my faith
but I must protect my place
take my time this is not a race
knowing full well there aint no escape
ride for my beliefs no matter my fate
blessed with universal knowledge inate
heated as my blood boils I realized I need to exercise my traites
and elevate my status I got to keep it real fuck the fake
gennerate heat no room for mistakes
all odds at stake
grind for this cake
my conscience is in a higher state
master of my circumference the world is mine to take
break bread with a homie I'de rather make a homie
than break a homie
never disgrace the homies
fortified by saints
im the tree that gave you shade
you leaves I rake
cant out flank the rank
I stick to my guns while most they flake
bounce rock roller skate
mad paper to chase
this beat is laced