Lyrics

{Verse 1} I'm not your average, rap star and that's obvious Committed, spittin, even with a broken jaw See the world through my eyes, won't believe what I saw To extreme for tv, unedited and raw (we've seen it before), true, nothing new under the sun Some people speak peace, some people pack guns Teachers taught, problems drawn on chalk boards Shorty outlined in chalk shot by a four four Magnum, and it's all about the cash funds That's why they don't think twice before they blast some Inoscent bystander, smile for the camera News flash, another kid smashed by the hammer Before his sins ever got, nailed to the cross That's why text for the blind means, music for a lost Generation, that's why it's made with, dedication and passion Till the death of me, cause it's my destiny [Hook] Times are desperate we can't hold back We must strike mics- the ultimate attack To live out what we say or get out the game Cause without conviction all these verses are vane It goes on and on... song after song Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha! Times are desperate times running out But we are gonna speak truth Even with your gun in our mouth [Verse 2] Im ready to die, im ready to take off man im ready to fly Im ready to cry out to the highest of high Im ready for that pain infliction but i won't flinch a bit Or bite my lip untill you... Empty that clip... into my head or my hip Untill the sky splits... this guy will worship No i won't forfiet no never no more.. Untill the birdies orbit over my head or my soul Forget about it id have been imbedded in my skeleton The predator is clawing and hes gnawing pure adrenaline Is brewing in a kettle pot the little dipper is dipping in Its spooning up the oozing soup pursuing yo to sip again Sever that tie that binds you to the lie Inside you is that sign reminding you of Christ Behind you is distorted forms of ordinary thrills But still ill keep it real 9mm to my grill [Hook] Times are desperate we can't hold back We must strike mics- the ultimate attack To live out what we say or get out the game Cause without conviction all these verses are vane It goes on and on... song after song Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha! Times are desperate times running out But we are gonna speak truth Even with your gun in our mouth [Bridge] If i can take my heart out and squeeze out a couple dropletts If you could see that sorrow splashing like a broken faucet If problems seem to cause something to make this hunger cease Unleash a passion so uncanny that a broken jaw won't stop it [Hook] Times are desperate we can't hold back We must strike mics- the ultimate attack To live out what we say or get out the game Cause without conviction all these verses are vane It goes on and on... song after song Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha! Times are desperate times running out But we are gonna speak truth Even with your gun in our mouth