they wanna keep me in a small place, na
i gotta see a bigger scape like i'm in awe
the anxiety disorder of a music recorder
the music industry is all within borders (it's in a box)
shit man, do you know what that means?
it means, no chances taken, we is machines
it means, if somethin' sells then we milk it to death
and if you not down with that, then you not given breath
up in a game that almost requires that you be let in
by somebody holdin' some power, keeps you sweatin'
shit, i was told many times by drones, 'talk it up'
'gotta mention the booze, cars and bitches' -- chalk it up
there goes another one, down that same path
that 50 more went down, that shit be lame trash
i be the plane crash that comes thru and knocks ya buildings down
you better feel this now

they wanna confine me to that box
i gotta snap out, like i just broke them locks
know what i'm sayin?
x2

and no disrespect to 9/11, RIP to the ones in heaven
it is just a rap line, i'm not sinnin' se7en
i'm just my own person, makin' the most of what i know yo
look what's washed up on the coast
it's like seashells
you see shells fly from desert eagles
and i'm just told that by the people with all the details
but he sells, cuz gun talk is all in his rhymes
so i might as well try it, fuck it, 'bang bang, you die'
i feel like that's a lot of peoples mentality, they talent free
walkin' up in the game like they is guaranteed
to be legitimated cuz they supposedly participated
in some violent acts, standards are off track
but check it, when can we get back to the music?
i'm not talkin' bout everybody, cuz some lived it but most didn't
so you is glorifyin' a ghost
that's prolly gonna get ya children caught up with the toast

so who knows what's in store for my cause
and who knows if my music will bring applause
but i know, that i put myself in the ink
and i, spit what i think
and we, on the brink of somethin'
so we keep trudgin' yo i'm not budgin'
i hear the music talk, i hear the music talk
'i love hip-hop music man, it's just, it's part of me really'
and if that day comes, that i make funds
i'll tell ya one thing, gonna see the same sun
gonna see the same perspective outta my eye lids
that i first did when i was broke kid
maybe it never comes, maybe it's here tomorrow
but i will do what i wanna do and never follow
a fuckin' trend just to fit in
so i can bend, backwards while you fuck me up in the ass