Verse 1

Everyday you wake up, stretch, and take a breath of fresh air
Do you even know what's in that fucking fresh air?
When you open your eyes, look around what do you see?
Nothing but struggle, pain, unwanted shame is what I see.
Everyday, we as the people, we struggle in these streets.
Our women hoeing, stripping, because they kids gotta eat.
White women hoeing stripping because they don't really want to work.
We as The People, been trained, enslaved, so we know how to work.
I didn't say it because I think it's right, in fact I really think it's fucking wrong.
The sang and dance we have to go through just to make the fucking song.
The point is, is we gone be strong up in this; we'll do whatever it takes to get by.
The white man, the other man, the other man, the other man.
The other man trynna hold me back.
The other man been trynna hold us back.
WHAT
You think it's a lie?

CHORUS

Until next time, when you hear my next rhyme,
Next time when you see my new move,
Next time, I'll be in a whole-nother place.
I just want you to listen and say my name.

Until next time, when you hear my next rhyme,
Next time when you see my new move,
Next time, I'll be in a whole-nother place.
I just want you to listen and say my name.

VERSE 2

Man I'm going crazy, going crazy, everyday.
I'm really stay focused on this mission here and it feels like I got haters all around me.
In every way, every-which-way.
These motherfuckers, they don't want to see me.
Good luck trynna keep me, from coming, correct on these tracks.
I've been watched.
These niggas followed me.
My phone got tapped but it wasn't in the basement.
Pick up truck. Bright - White - Lights steady being shined,
through my motherfucking fucking windows.
Skylight was so lit and it wasn't even the sun.
They say a picture is definitely worth about a thousand words.
So If I had a picture, would you believe me,
Or go and deceive me, and disbelieve me.
It don't matter who you are, or who they think they is,
I'll be keeping it real, and all you gotta do is listen in.
This gon' be in yo' face leaving nothing but a trace, so find it.

CHORUS

Until next time, when you hear my next rhyme,
Next time when you see my new move,
Next time, I'll be in a whole-nother place.
I just want you to listen and say my name.

Until next time, when you hear my next rhyme,
Next time when you see my new move,
Next time, I'll be in a whole-nother place.
I just want you to listen and say my name.