*INTRO* (Clever)
The Answers to the Questions...
The Sound Ceeps Playin...
It holds the Answers to the Questions...
No matter where you at it...Ask God for a blessin...
You know...
Listen...

*HOOK* (Rachel Betts)
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?

*VERSE 1* (A.L.)
True to the game...True to the ones I love
I stay true to myself...Till I reach those heavens up above
Labeled as a thug...My name assigned till it's personal
Hollow point slugged...And drugged through the dirt
Survivin in my streets...Let's you know who's alert
Cause if you got food to eat...You're probably losing sleep
My grind is clockwork, clockwork...I can't stop to hurt
Can't stop to feel pain...If you could only fathom
What's going on in my brain...The things that’s tickin my mind
Trickin my mind to find the design of my life
On down to the final lifeline...
The final timeline is blind in justice
Cause the world was raised not to trust us
Thou I'm tryin to make a way so my children
Don't get raised around pimps, players, and hustlas
So you bustas can go on and rush us
Cause you already made it clear...That you will never love us
So that's why you should never judge us...

*HOOK* (Rachel Betts)
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?

*VERSE 2* (Stix)
When I write my words become iller than the paper
And no matter where I am...They see me as a savior
A saver of the meaning...Cause it carries you through
To my point of view, to reality...Where shits often left black and blue
Cause this world although great...Is often left bruised
But I'll do whatever I have to...To prove we can choose...
To turn this shit around...And fix this mess that darkens shadows
Relieve some stress for some others...And bring peace into the sorrows
Of the down, of the depressed...Expect nothing less than more
Cause more than often most our shit...Can be labeled lyrical
And I'm not hatin on you kats...Who throw shit down cause it got sound
All music serves a purpose, but my music serves all around
From the underground to the club...I make it known who's got it locked
Who can stop this mistaken nation...From makin a pointless job
Where talent isn't recognized...Where music's left commercial
Shouldn't be bout who you know, but how well you can make a circle
Meaning you got the whole package...A cycle that keeps on playin
From the life in which you weigh in...Till the death in which you lay in
They'll remember for generations...They'll acknowledge what you spoke
For it's in what you wrote that challenges the poet in your throat (echo)

*HOOK* (Rachel Betts)
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?

*VERSE 3* (D.V.)
It's hard wakin up...Feelin the heat of the pressure
To live up to your own standards...To go beyond measure
Goin up and beyond...To what people thought was impossible
If you favor your chances...Then immortality's probable
Don't fall in the trap...Of bein judged by your wealth
It's in your soul...Cause music is expression of self, yo
From carvin a path...To creatin your legacy
It's not how fast that you do it...It's about how skillfully
Connect the pieces of the puzzle...The rhymes in your head
About creatin somethin new...Not what's already been said, so
Continue to write...Through even the darkest of fights, cause
Persistence in the end...Will call you into the light, know
Life offers one chance, a chance to blow up and show em
That you don't care about your critics...For as far as you'll throw em, and
Just know one simple thing...When it seems your hope is diminished, that
It's not how far back that you start, it's how well that you finish...

*HOOK* (Rachel Betts)
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?
How do I show that I'm real?
And what I feel inside is true?

*VERSE 4* (Clever)
D.V. Beat right here...
Answers to the Questions...The Sound Ceeps Playin...
Just listen...
Some say the answers to the future...Lie in our history
Without Answers to the Questions...Our lives are a mystery
I'm pursuing the truth...Denying lies that you've givin me
I won't ever give up...Until the solution is clear to me
I won't ever give up...In my search for recognition
I'm a perfectionist...Obsessed with my precision
Ask me a question and the answer is my intuition
It's a shame I'm the only one...Who can see my vision
If could I would...Paint it so even the blind could see
But I can't and you should know...That this rap is life to me
And I won't ever quit...Because as long as I can breathe
I won't ever give up...Cause that'd be suicide to me
If you ain't dedicated stop...You don't know what you're into
Take all of your raps...And throw them out a window
Can you do an acappella?...Let me hear you decrescendo
Ah fuck it just shut up...I don't need an innuendo
Tell me is this my life?...Or is this just a lesson?
What am I doin in this game?...Is it worth the investment?
Am I better than I think?...Or should I be stressin?
I pray everyday...For the Answers to the Questions (Echo)

Beat's fuckin sick...
Gotta give it up to my boy D.V. right there man...
Give it up to your boy
Lay down a beat like this mother fucker...
Bout the Answers to the Questions
Whatcha know bout it?