End-Sight

Currently, my time is wasting away

The currency that I must chase for a break

This place, I’m breaking away. It’s time to face the escape

I need my taste for the day just so I can say I’m okay

...I’m so behind, I’m getting lapped in the race

But now I've strapped up my laces, placing my tracks to the pavement

Taking off with such a force that you’d think a bullet had grazed him

It’s amazing what’s accomplished under the pressures we’re facing

Procrastination’s often viewed as complacency, that’s a rule that will break with me

Just wait and see, my vacancy in this room is opaque to me

Blatantly and patiently, I made a tomb for this make-believe

mind's weaponry's my destiny, i will soon have some felonies

...we contaminate the nation, look how we're glued this industry

...don't amputate relations, cuz i have proven our history

...let's create a congregation, and make a movement towards liberty

...we demand an explanation...

 

[Chorus]

 

you see it's all up to us

how do we expect to get play when we keep pausin on the lust

we should revolve on the trust. can we absolve all the judged?

we call the feds on the guilty, who do we call on the just?

why are we susceptible to fronts?

you think you can take all yo problems and just roll em in a blunt

what happens when you're low on funds?

you prolly pop the trunk and pull out the pump

dump and leave that nigga slumped

cuz he exceeded what you want

...you thinkin like we up in the slums

like it ain't freedom where we're from

like you ain't had a chance, upon second glance, we can see you wanna run

slums

i'm not in your way to stand, or invade your plans, just heed what's in my lungs