[Verse 1] 
    Everything happens for a reason 
 And my reason to be's to see shit happen for a reason - One event to the next 
 It's like I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses 
 Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes 
 I've been mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous 
 Though my flow's been plugged enough to stop faucets 
 I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind 
 And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that I get from within 
 I've protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship 
 But both my coats are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit 
 Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it 
 Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with 
 This curse, this evil urge I feel for verses 
 Is one of my life's real perversions 
 I seal my curtains when I write, I feel disturbance from the light 
 I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect 
 And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot 
 They rather hear me rock off of the top 
 There's pitfalls in my socks, so I walk with caution 
 Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I lost it   
 [Chorus x2]   
 If I gotta fight for the rest of my life 
 Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) 
 Cause I hate the way you hurt me 
 But I can't get enough of your love   
 [Verse 2]   
 And who the hell am I supposed to be? 
 A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry? 
 Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets 
 A total phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' would you know it's me? 
 Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these bolder beats 
 But the flow's too cheap to pay for groceries 
 And in the throws of grief I choke and breathe 
 Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe 
 I scope the scene, and I'm watching these bills build up 
 I'm nice with a day-job, these niggaz write all day and still suck 
 And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts 
 I kill dubs, but I don't have the mills to pay for real pub 
 My chilled love melts on occasion 
 Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex will play it 
 Who you expect to say this shit if I don't? 
 What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists 
 I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market 
 Fuck art, cause thugs aren't the smartest targets 
 And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up 
 And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love 
 And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's real 
 It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels 
 And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal 
 Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal   
 [Chorus]   
 [Verse 3]   
 I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this 
 From Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements 
 My family suffered a grievance when we discussed I was leaving 
 Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings 
 There's something appeasing in the corruption of demons 
 Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding 
 But times up, months it's exceeded 
 Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleeding 
 knowing I ain't had it as tough as Jesus 
 This shit doesn't compete or even touches what he did 
 But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my teens were fucking depleted 
 Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens 
 But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha) 
 I must be conceited, right? 
 Well, I'm balanced out by the lack of self-esteem 
 I've felt since I've learned how to read & write 
 Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight 
 Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5,000 people die 
 (SOB! SOB!) Feel bad for the rap artist? 
 But pour your soul into something for responses that's half-hearted 
 Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships 
 And then you'll see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist 
 This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness 
 It's impossible to trap my lips, when I have to spit 
 I try to swim away, but I keep getting dragged back in this 
 Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist 
 [Outro x3] 
 If I gotta fight for the rest of my life 
 Then I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) 
 Cause I hate the way you hurt me 
 But I can't get enough of your love