Woke up in a cold sweat don't know yet What planet I am on I'm so stressed My souls so stretched Trying to find a balance I can protect While trying to keep the shade over my family Cause them solar rays do hold death Give or take it's no less They hate on my progress They don't know if Wrek's an architect Imhotep Thin limbs no flesh him win oh yes Every track he's on He's Joey Logano with more bread Kimbo when I'm slicing rest in peace the God of lightning You should not entice him on the mic he's mike Tyson On the mic he's M Bison on the mic he's quite frightening But he sits with all his medals pushing pedals quite striking Britain in the brightness Miami when the mic hits The southern tip of Africa I'm looking for my likeness I'm flavorful as fuck no wonder emcees trying to bite this But when it's time to drop shit we all see why you might miss cause it's not real Two lives been added to my watch list Protecting them from the toxic is what I been trying to box with I'm telling them to be cautious and watch out for preposterous Then lead by wrong example when I stomp into the mosh pit And drink until I'm nauseous now I don't think that's pop shit Father of the year award I might miss with this nonsense So double down my conscious be present with my conscience This world is big and bad but you'll survive it using com sense But I was too a child running wild getting into shit with Baz Too many close calls to count So many that I'm now chuckling over the doubts Of my mind going back and forth just trying to make you proud Yeah this planet's like the pound A bunch of lost motherfuckers trying to break it down And Find a bit of solid ground I know I've heard the sound of a heart when it's been found No money no amount can ever replicate an ounce because it's not real