Inserted in the circuit, there is beauty in the curse/ my purpose and my work is facilitating birth/ from the dirt hit by the light through the pen I use to write/ inciting my insight to make beautiful the blight/ this life...this life/ x2/ so I pursue the gloom till I burn through my shoes/ transduce the doom and watch life fully bloom/ on the canvas is room another scene or two/ the schematic I drew, never blew the fuse/ this life...this life/ x2/

Verse 1 Wisdom broken unsifted listen it takes refining to get the glisten in caverns and mines of the mind I'm chipping breaking and tearing the surface stripping silica sand I'm in a process gritting grinding the grid till the gold i'm lifting a deep well dug but we keep on digging to the bedrock, sediment, gravel and asphalt spirits rocks hit the flask at the last call smoke the spark try to grasp at the past yall remember the beauty of your life like in last fall but that's all-over, and over, and over again repetitious my friend we pretend we can mend with the wisdom we send the world that's a pearl that we see in our lense Verse 2 raw yet invaluable so do not forsake it waste it, or let it go, complacent it can't be abated, negated, evaded, or any other thing that implies some faking strive for the greatness, and lies cannot face this be wise with the basics, and sly with your paces through mountains, and mesas, valleys and places every single day, despite life's phases or flavors just take this, and tell me what it's worth I work to birth the vision when it is at term cause I yearn to learn with wisdom discern magnetic magnesium attractive burn blind by the burst of the bright bold words I lead and serve search the absurd yet speak no slur to be sure that I'm heard Hook Raw, meaning unrefined raw, in the state you find raw, with the dirt combined raw, when I state my mind x2

these bones this flesh who am I when I die? on earth right now I'm alive as a scribe from the present to the future I high step stride just wide eyed guy, I collide right into the past with the passing time but the dry bones rise at the call of my cry my breath and my voice still resound in the sky bound by the time plane now I arrive wherever someone is getting down with my rhyme recorded wave form as I polish my grind yes this power is mine with a powerful mind to leave it behind as the hours will chime I vibe, another tower I climb cause an art done well is alive beyond time preservation of a craft that at last I refined from muse to jester then a master enshrined

Verse 1 it's dime a dozen for mainstream brainwash yet we're grinding under articulate chain saws vigilante gunning at mass produced lame songs see I kinda wonder why they are the same songs like ratta tat tat with a click clack its sad that you still don't know they've been making you impostors stomp on top your own soul better learn how to chop with a proper flow midwest here and I'm on my roll go solo roam when I'm on my own through the microphone cord into your dome I'm molding hope on the road I go no toll I owe cause I own my own I know you're told don't show your glow though it shines so bright and golden bro we'll take that down with a shoulder hold and rise above their lowest low I know my goal self control a master in action is sacred in his day a rapper with passion leaves waves in his wake but laughter is absent when fakes take praise and actors are acting like they run the game Hook rapping about that faster life they don't have the stamina numb to all the pain and strife they don't have the stamina succumbing to their strongest vice they don't have the stamina looking out through blurry sights they don't have the stamina Verse 2 hip hop and a kick drop and stick hit on the rim shot vocals in the mix - I rhyme right to the tip top finish no pit stop flow beyond the sick slop gimmicks from piss pot they're desperate, and did flop listen up this track is hot room to grow - expansion slot - substantial, this isn't pop but it's written out in common font past the height of a cosmonaut verbally flowing out ambiance what is there outside your wants the global youth need our response - not nonchalance – cause so many will live in pain insane they bang till they all are slain cock the glock bust shots and thangs wonder how they're ever gonna find that break with the weight everyday they're under now they strain drop the game – just drop the game drop the game – just drop the game triple or double or five times over still you're slow son I thought I told you I'm putting in work up in my dojo all that's left now is your photo you died in the ride when the car collide drunk and high so fly...good bye y'all living a lie will limit your time but I emcee deep when I write my rhymes

Verse 1 twenty three years walking this path trying find the way but keeps looking back never realizing he wasn't even trapped in the first place when he left that land no better off now than when he met the sand the sun shines down and burns this man peeling from the heat man, forget getting a tan but he can't his view has a slant that's why he ran with no plan and he's standing stranded wishing that he would've kept the life he was handed reflecting now he sees he took it for granted yet must keep scanning for the future landing in the place that he dreams will have answers spanning the width of his life questions chanting where's a genie in a bottle with the wishes granting there it is in that oasis as he falls down panting Hook in Spanish (Traipse Resolute) Yo veo el mundo tan poco profundo Toda va sin rumbo asi que me pregunto por que busco algo tan perdido como Cuzco por que lucho aunque no termino con mucho Rough English translation: I see the world so shallow Everything goes without a direction / so I ask myself Why am I searching for something so lost as Cuzco Why am I fighting even though I don't end up with much Verse 2 Every book stacked high would pass the sky knowledge we obtained till the day we die when our brains will dry like it never even mattered on those days you cried days you tried to understand it all till your brains were fried pain inside wonder why it even is that we stay alive with this tainted vibe to escape we try cause this place will lie I look for another way a way to run away far away to evade the way I'm living my days to be brave forge force an escape to be great more sources to take what I need to believe like a drink from a lake but I wait I'm behind the gate the mass and the weight of knowledge obtained answers even less left to strain Verse 3 Beauty and misery the future and history truth and mystery invade so blissfully they ebb and flow so cyclically they tread real slow but not visibly we are blind to our minds own trickery from a seed growing tall like a hickory but one will not find it on an endless journey it will not become apparent when your on that gurney I could yell it out the loudest but I'd doubt you heard me it the only thing in life that will stand so sturdy try to balance there upon it flips you topsy turvey no matter how pure it seems to some it's dirty You can find it in an eon well, maybe thirty so settle on down why this hurry?

Verse 1 I'll never know another like Houdini one who could come through and leave so freely when it came to the cypher he would rhyme so speedy speak with a knowledge of pain so deeply the homie never greedy in fact he was needy left on like street like graffiti every night he would light up a bag of the green leaf and fight with his might for a key to type delete loosing every battle never veni vidi vicci believe me if one deserved a break it would definitely be he ten years ago the last day that was peachy the hand that was dealt to the man Houdini demanded some help but he ran so freely vanishing again to the land of the weed breathe deeply skin covered with cuts slices and burns he dug with his knife what he felt he deserved fell to the dirt, cause he felt all the hurt yell and he'd curse, tell all the birds hell wasn't worse than the cell of his birth selling his nerves then quell it with herb he'd spell and work so well with the verbs relevant verse with eloquent words yet hella disturbed – word left to the curb - stirred then I heard - slurred before all this occurred a son with hope and eyes of joy in this man so badly burned by a place with rage in the rain insane slain as the earth would turn Hook watch it happen - wonder how angels fall they crash on down queens and kings no longer now once so proud but broke their crowns castles burned – in the clouds now they walk here on the ground voice is gone – can not shout all they know is pain and doubt

Inserted in the circuit, there is beauty in the curse/ my purpose and my work is facilitating birth/ from the dirt hit by the light through the pen I use to write/ inciting my insight to make beautiful the blight/ this life...this life/ x2/ so I pursue the gloom till I burn through my shoes/ transduce the doom and watch life fully bloom/ on the canvas is room another scene or two/ the schematic I drew, never blew the fuse/ this life...this life/ x2/