Times Change

Getting used to the long nights
Anything it takes to make paper
Willing to run any distance
Dodging the snakes across acres

Come out the trees, reached clearing
Used to be blinded by the vapour
No longer a slave to the caper
Narrowly missed the court hearings

Flipped packs to pick pack
Did that for quick cash
Kids slashed to get bags
Wrist gash, was slit bad

Now I’m on to new shit
Plowing on this journey with the music
Warehouse work, how I’m gonna do this

Tower up the queen heads
Big benzes don’t fit Benzy, I need Benz’s, not fiends from these ends with needs that seem endless,
for my means to bring ends I must be relentless

I once prayed off the chaos,
Now I only pray for a day off

I was given the right kinda intellect
Smart enough to play the game but not to get sucked into it
I’m swerving all the disrespect
Benefits of being raised up on the internet, man

handled, by the system built for education
Pushed into a lane before I knew what I was great at
But I made my way out the station
Making use of everything and rarely get complacent

—Times still get tough, best believe it
But what kills me brings me back to life more fire like a phoenix
don’t run from the challenge, I seek it
Man of action and my word, I practice what I’m preaching