One Chance

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

First we practice to deceive

Stop scheming and looking hard

You're playing yourself

Keep your eyes open, live your life to the fullest

Cause you only get one chance to move past the bullets

It's a big world, we all live, we all die

But who makes the rules in this game we call life?

Keep your eyes open, live your life to the fullest

Cause you only get one chance to move past the bullets

It's a big world, we all live, we all die

But who makes the rules in this game we call life?

I stay afloat while you're drowning in a sea of pain

You seek asylum trying to run but you're beneath the chains

Speak the same words, weak the same as any other shite

Then you wonder why we choose to fight, I hear my brother's cry

Slice through the night like the blade of a blunt sabre

I walk with my eyes closed in spite of a cunt's nature

I rise past the pinnacle, holding the burning torch

Of a million indispensable visions and burning thoughts

I stay patient, the pale-faced belligerent outcast

Wizard of indecision, chase the pilgrimage outcast

Indigenous doubt, blast the infamous

Cowards can't begin to configure or envision this town's past

I live in the clouds, ask those who stand close

Is it cause I disbelieve or simply cause I can't cope?

I can't bear to see the innocent suffer and die young

That's why I've come to say my piece so enough with the lies, I'm done

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

First we practice to deceive

Stop scheming and looking hard

You're playing yourself

Nobody can question how this black yute spit

Looking kinda skinny like a black toothpick

It's the uncouth author who writes with a troubled expression

Reciting in a huddled confession

Bubbling essence, I conversate with one of my bredrens

Wonder whether we'll ever get to reap the sum of our efforts

In this existential life sketched in pencil

I'm getting rubbed out, I'm getting 'nuff doubts

Ready to get the fuck out and buss out

So I puff 'nuff punk and buck stout and hold a sly pose

As I travel through my mind's cove

And draw my overcoat close cause the night-time's cold

And getting colder, yearning with a burning fever

For the clutch of the mic, that's my cue to breathe

When I exhale the next tale

A fresh thought upon which to set sail on the next trail

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Tryna find a niche in this rap game

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

First we practice to deceive

Stop scheming and looking hard

You're playing yourself

Yo, invisible guy who delivers his rhymes thicker

The mystical mind figure, despicable style spitter

This guy's rhythm living exists in a time signature

Rhyme mixed with a bit of conviction is quite sinister

I'm in it to win, use syllables, words and paragraphs

Envision the future, paint with diction, fix the battered path

I watch the hourglass laugh at my indecision

But pick myself up and face the blizzard with my tattered scarf

You might as well be banging your fist against a brick fence

Indispensable principles tend to bring sense

If shit's tense, take a couple secs to step aside and listen

At the end of the day the guy you're

Fighting might be live with wisdom

Whether you're inside a prison, blood, or fucking living lavish

Truth, blood, forgiveness and passion are the things that matter

I spit the maddest verse and live the maddest dreams

Rip the fattest shows because I kick it with the maddest team