Mr. Styx on mic that’s invisible still,

Fresh flow? Brotha are you on the pill?

You acting mighty high for an occultist followin’ a bearded guy,

If I was you, man I’d just wanna die. Wait.

So you think that life is worth living?

Look at yourself dude, you spittin’

Straight lies into crowd just because they like the fuzzy stuff,

But I bet you ten of them getting’ free rides home, handcuffed.

Spring has sprung but it’s cold as ice.

I’m slippin’ on blood made from loaded dice,

Vices, our well being in crisis,

And you still got the nerve to be afflicted by blindness?

Try and be a somebody, in a world of nobodies,

And then you see why so many fall into those bodybags,

While you’re dragging your fat ass to top of the last place list, man.

Rhythm, Flow, son you got none.

Ten tons of world suffering a day and then some.

Empty shells on the floors of public housing,

Still browsing, no begging for a new home to live in,

One that preferably isn’t bullet ridden,

Is somewhere outside the ghetto gang driven 18th Streets

And Skid Rows, where a boy 14 learns to blow twenty holes

Into his enemies guts, the men in red.

And all the while the asian traffickers, hackers,

Black market ass smackers, taking advantage

Of chaos and drugged up underage whores ready to take the full package.

Racism, violence, the sciences of making a man howl for life,

Stretched out on a board, while you carefully slice away inch by inch,

And outside the white hoods screaming Lynch Lynch Lynch,

And our wars fought over oil that spoils the atmosphere,

While we toil day after day, putting up our hands to pray,

Ironic cause an earthquake shattered the church just yesterday,

And there’s people still trapped, dead corpses, hoping to see the light of day again.

So I’mma steal your line, while I can only hope to G.R.I.N.D.

Get Ready It’s a New Day, just turned into blues day,

The shoes of millions drifting in a new bay made by tsunamis and,

The tears of single mommies, crying for gone baby gone to come back, allow me

Three more words to sum up my rap,

And the world agrees with me as they cry into my lap, and this is what happens

And here’s those three words, say them in strife,

Cause baby doll,

This. Is. Life.