[Verse 1: Smiler]
Walk with belief and aim to find fortune
Caused from the deep, I came when I walked through
I can feel the force against me, Lord fence me
Victim of thoughts of men, of course envy
Walking through the jungle, merging with predators
To find solace, I've been searching forevermore
Tortured inside, forced to think wise
Uphill struggle, I've been walking on an incline
When you're low, staying sane's priceless
Feeling drained, lifeless, the good-hearted are the minority
The rest ain't playing the game like us
You can slip but always remain righteous
To live drama-free, that is impossible
With every road you turn down, there is an obstacle
Keep your chin to the sky when the time's hard
Mind, craft, seek, and you shall find the right path

[Hook](x2)
Find your way out
Won't turn to dust
This burning fire
Won't take your soul away from us

[Verse 2: Random Impulse]
In this game, I am my own damn man, no restriction, post or boundaries
Spouting heat, hungry and my circle always round to eat
Crossing the Atlantic, counting thousands at a thousand feet
While you're counting sheep, homie sound asleep
Summoned from the deep, now I float, to sink my boat, you'll need a thousand fleets
I'll walk on any beat and stomp it like a thousand feet
And talk is cheap, so I could treat you to my words for free
Now that I'm out, man, I ain't playing like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packing punches like I'm Popeye popping spinach
Eating every course, breakfast, lunch, I ain't forgotten dinners
Play guitars as well as bars so you ain't rocking with beginners
Sorry, time's ticking, I can't mess with up-and-comers
National lottery business, only winners have my numbers
Man I'm nothing like you fronters, show you how it is
I can't really do nothing for you 'less you got something to give
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mikill Pane]
I'm not sure this can be proved, but I don't doubt it really happened
I was talking to the music about the skill of rapping
It said, "Why would anybody wish to hear what you wanna say
Especially when the competition's fierce as Beyoncé?"
I told it I was on some multi-syllable shit
It said, "That means nothing if you come up with silly bullshit"
It then advised me, "If you're to compete
You have to have a homeless rapper vibe and take big issues to the street"
I was quite a fool so I was so damn nervous
Songs can't be cool and have a profound purpose
I said "It's hard to hang insipid shit up when you're from a crew
That wants seven-figure stars and The Big Dipper
The music made me pack my stuff and go it alone
The crew called me a wanker for holding my own
The old me's were phonies, so I'm not sorry that I murdered them
Cause I play gigs so often, they call me Alex Ferguson

[Verse 4: Ghetts]
Same old scenery, tryna get the hell out legally
Only a fool would disagree with me
I used to call myself a trapper
Until I figured out I'm the one that needs to be released
But what does it matter when your keys are dreamin'?
People wanna shatter it but secretly they can see it happening
They eagerly await on your downfall
So I keep my middle finger up with a mouth full
Of licorice just to remind me of the bitterness
You think it's just your enemies, please don't be an idiot
This area I'm living in, I'm sick of it
The villains are the little kids, running 'round with shanks
Tryna catch somebody slipping when they're coming out the bank
The grass is greener on the other side
And now I'm where the grass is greener, so I'm alright
[Hook]