In my room Way at the end of the hall I sit and stare at the wall Each day is just like the last For I live in the past
Switching to different chords drifter with the liquid sword In this battle I'm defending victims in these wicked wars Deep in my balls I'm a descendant of chicken George Mister kicking doors if mine ain't as moving quick as yours I'm pushing forward them crooked roads in bucket mode Look my lyric bucket overflows till my book explodes And while the new keeps mocking old I lock and load The topic's torn like stocking holes while I'm rock and roll So cop a squat and watch me dropping this proper plot Those who try to stop us is ducking from high copper tops You talk a lot but put your head up on a chopping block The aquanaut pushing messages through my conscious art And I don't just move crowds I try to radiate the place like a mushroom cloud I bust tunes loud they say that they can't touch dude's style If you won't change you must move now Now let's go
In my room Way at the end of the hall I sit and I stare at the wall Hating how lonely I've grown All alone in my room
With integrity I try to end bigotry Using my pen as weaponry I can defend liberty Instead of in bed with me enemies get gritty But I transcend treachery with intensity Convinced men to be better than they can see themselves Presented them with the key so they can free themselves But that act backfires like a black fire This backpack sire makes them turn the track higher The mischievous deceive you to consent Trying to blindly lead the people to the place where they're content But I know the promised land like I know my momma's hand Fuck the drama I'm'a take a stand for the common man Whether it's ancient Marseille or Rotterdamn It seems like peace is just a hologram not a plan That's why the team that tries to mobilize and unify the masses Till society is classless it's do or die
In my room Way at the end of the hall I sit and stare at the wall Each day is just like the last For I live in the past