Verse 1:
Hallucinations of the god almighty starin' at me,
it seems my choices never ever make my parents happy,
everyday goes by, they seem to be overlapping,
people talk to me, how can they not see I'm so unhappy,
but maybe I'll write a song bout' suicide,
wonderin' the reaction I'd get if I really died,
but I don't wanna send a message that'll get deprived,
this thought alone makes me wanna really try,
I'm just tryna' show you this world through my damn eyes,
keepin' my eyes steadily starin' at the prize,
rhymin', schemin', just keepin' up on my drive,
slowly movin' up like a carnival ride, uh,
people always talk but I can't hear what they sayin',
cuz I rap about it, down in my basement,
sittin' alone stayin' away from that cold world,
if your like me let's stand up and conquer this world,
it's better to express what you're goin' through,
like this pen and paper that makes me want to,
when you need that motivation to get up,
bump this song and think about what I am really sayin',
because when I say it ya damn right that I ain't playin',
all i'm tryna say is make somethin' of ya self,
don't be that one book on that stays on that one shelf,
turn yourself around, like a clock wound.

Chorus:
Cuz imma man on a ledge with my hand on my head,
prayin' to God that my lyrics will spread (x4)

Verse 2:
Visions of things you could never imagine,
God told me he put me on this earth to stay rappin',
I don't understand why these people are relaxin',
get up on your feet, my dude take action,
cuz through my own eyes, I realize temptation,
how could I love one when another is hatin',
alive and breathin' by my own religion,
can I talk and will you even listen,
can I walk and will you even fit in,
causin' problems in todays society,
nobody understand who they wanna be,
so they try and copy someone elses soliloquy,
me I do me,
fuck anybody who goes against the fact that I am me,
you see, this shit just ain't right,
people are goin' down ain't even puttin' up a fight,
as me I'm tryna fulfill my own destiny,
but it's hard when I can't convince the rest of me,
i'm tryin' hard to make it without a recipe,
my selfishness always seems to get the best of me,

Chorus:
Cuz imma man on a ledge with my hand on my head,
prayin' to God that my lyrics will spread (x8)