[Verse 1: Focus The Truth]
Asked for love, the lack thereof got her acting up
Back to clubs, having fun, hope you strapping up
I used to think about her but if she call I probably pass her up
Chuck a deuce, sip some juice, whoopty woo what it do
Still that dude from the era of more likes than love
Over drink liquor than start fights in clubs
Crazy shit but in real life it's love
I ride for my brothers, if all else fails
I might die for my brothers
Don’t lie to my mother
Painted as a martyr, living in the moment
Feeling like I’m chosen this is where you cue the roses
Blurting out thoughts still trying to find closure
People think I’m great but I lack the exposure
Please keep your composure
I’m low but I’m quite hot
Polos and white socks
Breakfast from IHOP
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Red eye high but please I’m no Cyclops
Real recognize real this where the lies stop
Why not; raw rapping don’t need a stylist
Peacemaker but if provoked then prone to violence
King Focus don’t want the throne give me the palace
Diamond engraved chalice, all about balance
Perspective connected with n***as who love malice
Reckless my bro sip lean like we in Dallas
Breathless, I run through rappers with no challenge
Carnivore, Basquiat with the art of war
Feel the pain through my monologue
Still trying to get it all
Still trying to find it all

[Verse 2: Oswin Benjamin]
The veteran you ain’t better than, who harder than him
Who you know go harder than him in harder denim
It’s hard to mention another heart with a mission to split the division
To touch the heart of the hardest sinner
Art like a renaissance
Create a movement when the pen is drawn
This black ranger talk I’m a mastodon
Exposing all of me on every track master don
This for y’all who said the passions gone
Carrying the culture on the same back that got lashes on em
Cotton pickers and crack endorsers
An outlaw fighting southpaw
Ain’t no punches when I record
You jackasses I ain’t heehawing with you
God is with him
Scriptures pierce ears like a lobe incision
Dodging them Delilahs with the hoe like symptoms
Breaking walls lacking wisdom
Cracking codes I'm the black Di Vinci
Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head, see this is God body
Stained glass on the temple just know that God got him
The Sun Tzu is the sun and moon who the son of truth
Know you can't throw shade on the sun if it's sonning you
Basquiat in 83 and undiscovered genius
Standing firm like Nas in 97 for what I believe in
You feel me