I gotta do something man,
it's now or never
I'm either all the way right,
or I'm all the left.
Let me explain.
I got one hand clutching the nine,
the others clutching the microphone,
trying to make a clear choice
between the right and wrong,
trying to stay in the zone
with a right mind frame,
but I keep getting distracted,
my whole life's changed.
I done went from being the best at it
to being the last
to even get mentioned,
it's pure madness.
I can go to the
I throw my hands up at the world
and say fuck it, the rap game hate it,
hip -hop, I love it
Fighting to stay sober
or to abuse a substance
My temperature's
high, spontaneous combustion
Leads me to spit this lava
in each discussion
So it's a must that I continue to struggle
Or hide behind my weakness
knowing I got the muscle
To move mountains of trial
within my pathway
So I say Bismillah,
you cowards make way
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off, but you battered and bruised
I gotta make a move,
cause now I got nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
I gotta make a move,
steady facing the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
I gotta make a move,
why you got your glock on snooze?
I'm up early getting paid my dues
I gotta make a move,
I'm living in hell,
struggling to get to heaven
As I fight this urge
to use the Smith & Wesson
It's a toss up as I'm
searching for guidance
Do I follow my demons
or take the path to be righteous?
How do I fight this,
meaning how do I break this?
Lyrical prescription leading
to cure the sickness
Listen as I spit this,
choices gotta be made
Before I find myself in a rage,
throwin' grenades
Loadin' cock in a cage,
feenin' to hit the stage
Just in case I need to avoid
my temper and space
Runnin' from my own inner power
like Bruce Banner
But tired of bein' oppressed
and murdered by these cappers
This life is a test,
jitters what I'm after
So I'm steady fighting for freedom
in every chapter
An d every line of the sign,
I clear a pathway
So I say, Bismillah,
you cowards make way
I make a move
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off, but you'd rather get bruised
I gotta make a move
Cause now I gots nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
I gotta make a move
Steady facing the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
I gotta make a move
Why you got your clock doing snooze?
I'm up early getting paid my dues
I gotta make a move