[Verse One - Pressure] Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they`re in reach All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally Life`s a blind struggle that`s why fate keeps tripping over me With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you What you don`t know can`t hurt you; so not knowing you`s a virtue It`s a fast food world; I fear that I`m a die gluttoning But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental Now I`m using my potential, for bruising instrumentals I`m a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising We`re all drunk philosophers so give it time now There`s a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It`s called an eyebrow If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament I`m done keeping it real I keep it relevant
[Chorus] Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs We`ll deal with it as it comes If I lose my way I`ll follow you Cos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs We`ll deal with it as it comes If I lose my way I`ll follow you Cos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do
[Verse Two - Suffa] I`ve been an out and out loudmouth since my youth I`m generous with words but selfish with the truth I`d never say some things on my mind anyway Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday And when I do speak women call me a creep Ladies chivalry`s not dead it`s on the couch where you made it sleep I get deep without the meaningful Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said `Boy now I`ve seen it all` The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm What a computer will give them an instrument won`t It`s called hip hop, guess what we`re the industry joke But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone And be strong cos tomorrow it`s on We ain`t no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip We spit deep shit all of life` secrets