[Verse 1: Visible]

And I ain't going back

Ain't nobody gonna make me

Back in high school I use to daydream

Of one day I can rap, as well, as stay clean

Become famous

How long will that take me?

It's on my mind and I just think about it all the time

Doing what I do continuing putting effort toward my grind

Skipping lines, Struggling, hoping just to get by

Dropping rhymes, told I’ll never make it

No matter how many times you happen to try

But I know that's a lie

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I was destined for this

Or it was determined for me

Just a seed born to live his dream

Never giving up, Never giving no fucks

I don’t care if I ain't making big bucks

So starting now Imma live it up

Give me mic I’ll tear it up

Singeing hair on your heads

With the amount of flames I progress

So you should probably stand back

Probably more than a step

Morphing regret

Like an abortion never kept

You couldn't cut the cords from my chest

So forget worrying bout losing my respect

My dignity and the man on the cross

Is what gets, Hints this

You give in with an ounce dread

I live tho I feel like i'm dead

No purpose other than to speak what's already been said

But yet with nothing

Motivation sparks like a big bang

Then the head nodding starts again

Wiping out, all the sounds

All is quiet, peaceful

Delivering evil

Waiting for the sequel

Tell my heart starts beating

Feeling like screaming

Cause it's killing me not to leave

Its hell on the heart

So I express it through this form of art

[Verse 2: Visible]

All my life, I had a vision

Now I won't let anyone take it

Cause I will be the one who rises in the making

I ain't letting this industry take a shit on me

Living as an independent underground Emineming' MC

Honestly I don't know what the fuck has gotten into me

Tell me I won't make it

Rip that lie in half and break it

Scaffold the blind eye, but visible I create it

Tell me if anyone can relate to that?

I feel the hate game at max

Scribbling this pen all over an empty pad

Like I did in math class

Sure ain't come up fast

Struggling just to bypass

With my ideas at last

Get that dinero that's cash

Saying the same shit as rappers in the past

With a drift in the wind will I make the draft

Or be cut

Tell em, rebel em, repel em

I don’t know what

You think of me that much

But give me some trust

And I’ll make these fuckers be my lunch