Verse 1:

It's been a long time, since I wrote a sad song/ No shit man, let me tell you how long/... It's been a few Years! I've had so much going on/ I haven't had time just to do a full song/... I'm sick and tired of it, I always write verses/ - but in the midst of it, I find it hard just to word em/ Like I'm struggling right now, just to word this/ - My brains hurting! - So what's the motherfuckin' purpose!?/ I always ask myself "why did I deserve this shit" - that I'm served with, Am I cursed with an absurd gift?/ Or am I just destined with a shit life? SNAP OUT OF IT CURTIS! God damn it! You were blessed with a windpipe!/ Your meant to rip mics, so get right!... Why the fuck you always gotta get high, just to spit tight?/ - I guess, it's cuz I'm always stressed, I'm just depressed/ I can't repress, - the shit thats on my chest -So Fuck it!

Hook:

It seems to me, like I never get the time/ to speak freely about me and what's on my mind!/ ... If only you could open your Eyes!
I'm just tryna wake the masses, with my flow and ad-libs/ If only you could know, that I'm not just blabbing/... If only you could open your eyes!

Verse 2:

If only you could see the world, through my eyes/ would you wonder - what it takes to write these lines/ inside my mind, defines the line/ - when I rhyme, I shine... - but my only problems tryna' find the time/
If I could just hide and run-away/ I could be the one to say "what a lovely day"/ I could be under the sun - under the shade/ I could be' one-hundred & one - loving this way/ - But instead, I'm stuck younger than some, living in grey/ Spitting as a mission, to eliminate the fake/ Diminish the hate, that we imminently face / We're living with sinister snakes, with sinister traits - since the beginning of faith/ Women are raped, so we're killing mistakes/ dealing with fate, like it's simple as waste - a pencil to break / A symbol of faith, could never give what I take/ So I live what I ache, and I wish I could give it away!

Hook:

It seems to me, like I never get the time/ to speak freely about me and what's on my mind!/ ... If only you could open your Eyes!
I'm just tryna wake the masses, with my flow and ad-libs/ If only you could know, that I'm not just blabbing/... If only you could open your eyes!

Verse 3:

To think outside this box, you gotta think outside this sphere/ That's why we're lost without knowledge of why we're here/ Cuz' we don't see what the problems in the mirror/ On the other side even if it's crystal clear/ People are blind, to the schemes and designs/ that keep us like sheep in a line,- inebriated to the feed they supply/ Do we really need to die? Some of us do...but the problem is- that can be you!

Hook:

It seems to me, like I never get the time/ to speak freely about me and what's on my mind!/ ... If only you could open your Eyes!
I'm just tryna wake the masses, with my flow and ad-libs/ If only you could know, that I'm not just blabbing/... If only you could open your eyes!