Alba s touto skladbou:
Time Being,
[Verse 1]
It’s like lonely children wandering over buildings
Money that makes sense, current events I’m building
Currency to the billions, money became policy
Fuelling a man’s greed, the heart of all atrocities
Power easy to please with bitches all on their knees
Praying to golden calves and causing mental disease
Evils they came inside me, mind became a vulture
Searching for the death in life and calling it pop culture
Stomach ulcer, laceration to my intestines
I’m restless, praying to God maybe he bless this
A lost prophet crucified my final message
But lose the meaning like a crucifix hanging from necklace
I’m desperate making criminal records over police beats
Knowing the ledge reaching the peak
Knowing the ledge reaching the peak
[Verse 2]
Who can’t conform? Who can’t be told what is norm?
Who gotta perform for therapy? Whose soul is torn?
I’m feeling that pain but in the most literal sense
I chose to rape the system making dollars and cents
It’s tense walking tightropes and never fall off
My crew got too live, they got hauled off
To the stream I’ll take it where nothing’s sacred
I travelled abroad and found God but can’t escape this
Moment of truth where consumers are spoofed on
How I’m supposed to look and say I’m bringing the King down
I’m out here to innovate
Yo not to mention when thoughts are cynical
My mind’s in a better state, my life’s like a paradox
Sort of like American dream of making it seems that’s forever sought
[Verse 3]
We state the obvious cause they’re blind though they’re watching us
With binoculars, rich white kids are copping this
Critical words from the poet not novelist
On the frontline we stand tall like an obelisk
[Verse 4]
I’m doctoring words so you can hear the truth in the verse
Lunging at you like a robber that’s attacking the clerk
A thief of the night showing all my people the light
A neo-Moses moving all the masses with mics
Instead of fish I give the populous some beans and rice
Speaking to Christ hoping that the food would suffice
Walking the path I hold the microphone like a staff
The first is the last, lock load ready to blast
