You got me forced to crack my lids in two
I'm still stuck inside this
Rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
I'm just another gear in the assembly line
Oh no
The noose gets tighter
Around my throat
But I ain't at the end of my rope
'Cause
I won't be
The one left behind
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can't be king of the world
If you're slave to the grind
Get it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain't even close
There's no need to waste your prayers on me
You better mark my words
'Cause I'm history
Yes indeed
You might beg for mercy
To get by
But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side
They swallowed thier daggers
By turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
Brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide