[Verse 1: Camilo Martinez]

Young brave and infamous, slowly killing' instruments
That's the one guilt that stains all my innocence
Mastering the sound, flow and deliverance
Rhymes are a gift heaven sent saint Nicholas
Feeling this? No gimmick or schemes
Run lyrical themes for the shows in my dreams
And reality. Climbing high no gravity
Pulling me down and my conceited mentality

[Verse 2: Camilo Martinez]

Woke from a sleep I was dreaming like Lupe
Mind on the books but my thoughts go two ways
One is the love for the soul and the mic
One that's a battle for the rest of my life
I know the flow's gotta go but I've came far to let it sink too low
We only got one life to lead and on mics I bleed
But medicine the true deed