Deep Cut

Started from the bottom well shit i'm still here

By this time next year, for me fame will appear

Starring at the world through the rear

Whispering in ya ear but we never seem to hear

Eyes shut and closed to the sight of peace

A sign of relieve; while us as one decide to feed the beast

Hunger for power driven by rage

Our freedom lives in a cage all we do is spit in his face

Flippin' the page through the book of life

Never took advice for what it was worth

Now i get what i deserve

Words cut deep but knifes do to

And right about now i'm thinking of stabbing this knife through you

I'm done with you hip-hop, rap, whatever you call it

Unless i can invest talent to somehow make a profit

Studio time i must acquire

It's the supplier of the fire and all that they desire