[Verse 1: TheMIND]
The mind's flawed
Deception in every hood like my nigga Rocky sidewalk
Try hard and die hard
Even in the future Bruce Willis can't save y'all
And the proof is in the pudding and the poison is where the lies are
And the cameras where the flies are
So if you feel like you're being watched, chances are (you are)

[Interlude: TheMIND and Ms. Jones]
Transmission lost
[?] all around my [?]
I can't touch [?]
I can't tell if I'm lost alone, dead or sleep
[?] conscience for my hunger

[Verse 2: TheMIND]
Universe is drifting, seen it when I was 16
Around the same time when America needed an idol
My mixtape needed a title and I needed a rival
Shit, I still do cause ain't a soul in the Milky Way close to a nigga like me
Take a hit of love, hope I OD
Cause the world is waiting to lay it all up on your shoulders
Pray gravity forgives or it's over

[Verse 3: Dott Tahil]
Where did all these niggas come from, I know you never seen ya
Gotta do my own thing so hey I may never see ya
Again and again and again and again I try to take off and fly
Show me to the nearest cliff, show me to the nearest lift
Also you probably shouldn't let me into my zone
All a man really need is headphones, no no

[Verse 4]
BK representer, I was birth in '89
On the 11th of December, the day Sam Cooke died
Whoever thought that I would be the one to make changes
I'm all about the peace, but not afraid to use a stainless
I really know what pain is, I'm over-analytic
I know what it's like to not trust the ones you live with
I used to be a gymnast and that's word to my mama
That I had my old apartment looking like Tijuana
I was all about a dollar
I had more hustles than ghetto bitches had drama
Forgive me from being vulgar, I'm a problem solver
Last shell in the revolver
I'm not a lover, I'm a brawler, or a shopper, I'm a mauler
All praise be to Allah, I rose from the squalor
And I ain't ever shiver through the blizzars that I conquered
I came out unscathed then a homie assured me that
We would make it out the hood somehow, some way
It's no jobs, low pay, more shame, uh
And less schools, more tools, new slaves, uh
And this time it ain't all about race
It's just more about the freedom of the decision you can make
And in course of your fate, of course you alright
When you got food that's grown in the lab on your plate
I lived in so many states and them struggles be the same
It seems as if holidays the only time we celebrate
Like everyday in a gift, I had to shift views
The only way to make something is to pay dues
And if you really trying to get it sun is shaped too
I'm at a point now I feel that I can't lose
I ain't condoning, rather I'm reflecting
Just looking at the choices I thought I had at the moment
When shit was all a facace I thought it was hard
Cause nobody really taught me how to reach for the stars
That's an excuse though