The Thrill

The rush for the money doesnt make sense, a persona switch I am working double shifts...

Havent been me lately...lately I havent took time to unwind, 

And make a way to follow all my signs...to a right path...

Strategy...Im my own casualty, cause If I do not make it I bet Zimmer"men" would make a way with me;

Be a month long tragedy, a couple people mad at me but soon it would seem thats just the way it had to be;

Young kid you a difference maker..a risk taker, vision-ator, no spectator but demonstrator and civil activator,

Your greater...than what you are told even when you are told great, smile in the face of the fake and know that they are so late...

KANYE SHRUG....stupid little critics make a way for my commitments,
Committed..... to turning a peso into a pendant;

I stay trying to live it while my peers try to pretend it...

Aint all that it seems, so I just get left with...out "congratulations" but I'll accept "congrats"

Cause what I call my poetry...to some its just some "raps"

What I call a rest to many its a nap;

I cant sleep like that...I'm not beat like that;

Cause I aint working hard enough, awards reflect my bluff...

Scaring my superiors but they aint shit their pants enough

So Ima keep arriving until it isnt so surprising....that your boy is taking over as his progression keeps him striving;

But thats just how I feel and only time can tell,

When I would be in it for the love of it and not just for the THRILL

But that to me is the real and to me thats what I feel,

Will tell me if I love this shit or in it for the THRILL