(Kontrast)
They say to follow our dreams, but there's a broken path
Filled with dope models and hollow scenes of open bags,
With coke on 'em, they borrow schemes of dope and swag
'Til their throat swallows the streams of all the goats they gag,
Pray they don't follow these teams, they mostly jokers, jack,
They tote dollars that's cream all in a grocery bag,
So what's the misery...
I rip the Swisher Sweet
Open gash, make these high hopes burn with symmetry,
Floatin' past, make the sky choke when I simmer tree,
Last rope, I passed by who I was meant to be,
But then I see him,
And then I see why I would never want to be him

CHORUS
I don't think we came with,
Any other fate
But we make what we take down,
I won't feel the pain if,
We take in what we say until the plate is really scraped down,
I don't know a shame if,
A mistake is a mistake
But I'ma wait until I'm straight though,
Ain't no way I'll make it,
Until the shape of this place turns a face of a blank soul

(Fo Chief)
Somersaultin' out these bad dreams
Wakin' up from cold sweats,
Can't put my finger on it, I dunno yet,
Just what to get from it, I feel like I'm on lockdown
I smell the blood, I got a whiff of it,
Every single night it seems to trigger this,
Disfigured everything I figured in a snap of a finger
And I'm sick of it,
Show me a rulebook,
I'll show you rules that,
Have been broken in two, why would you pull back,
Can't gain a single inch, it's hard to plow through
When you got nothin' but birds all around you,
I never thought that I'd be chasin' down my own tail,
It's hard to tell, but shit I know that struggle so well,
There's no one else to lend a hand when you sunk and shit,
I clear the brain, free of strain
Love is sustenance,
I'm tryna figure ways to get rid of this headache,
So pardon me, I'm just tryna get my head straight

CHORUS
I don't think we came with,
Any other fate
But we make what we take down,
I won't feel the pain if,
We take in what we say until the plate is really scraped down,
I don't know a shame if,
A mistake is a mistake
But I'ma wait until I'm straight though,
Ain't no way I'll make it,
Until the shape of this place turns a face of a blank soul