[Verse 1] I do this for school teachers, educate the masses The EMTs who weave in and out of traffic The Police, some corupt, most loyal The American troop, fighting on rough soil// I do this for the mechanic, fix some cars Grease on they shirt, they living it large (ha!) I do this for those making minimum wage In a garage, thinking of ways of better pay// I do this for the single mother, working two gigs Two kids, drama, stressed, wearing a new wig Lease is up, landlord wants her out So they can clean the place and new people can move in// I do this for the graduates, seeking entry No interviews, applications are plenty Businesses are lacking, stock market is crashing Payback student loans, money is rationed// I do this for the convicts, trying to turn their life around Find peace with the Word, they living righteous now The streets calling, prison they just left out No job, old habits, seem to be the best route// Looting, shooting, recruiting, anything for cheese They have good manners, they practice saying please I do this for the people, because the people give me the motivation to succeed, don't you agree?

[Verse 1 - Praverb the Wyse] This J. Cole swole, yes P is grown Simba husky with the voice, hoist like I know Kemba Median with the speech, the sender, destined to reach no pretender, I enter like I'm blessed to compete// With the force of a street fighter, Tekken, you see trying to be known, without people checking for me Tenderize the beef like I'm prepping the meat life is precious, thankful for the seconds to breathe// Life, is life, it offers many lessons it seems dreams are a good way to express some relief Expressing beliefs, self expression for teens takes the form of an iPhone, they dreading the speech// Detached from the world, steady pressing the keys no news, current events, stressed by the need To fit in, peer pressure has them repping the streets others seek suicide and just head for the sea// [Verse 2 - Don Streat] Socially awkward so these keys is what I talk with Only slang the dude use computer jargon I don’t want to play outside exercise, no jogging I just let my fingers do the walking// We can get on blogs and start squalking Type till I’m blue in the face from this nonsense All this content post these comments Like my life depended on this// If sitting on these forums count for perfect performance I guess attendance is enormous Let me warm em screens are never dormant It took on a form of its own king of the format// Stroking the keys 24-7 I’m on that Behind windows I’m all that yup I can be what I wanna be low key Got to sign-in to know me homie//

[Verse 1] As my foot hits the pavement, I think about engagements Education, personal life, I want to make hits It's so simple, yet many don't understand I'm jogging in place, in life I do the running man// Each day presents a new dream a new goal Finding shortcuts, maybe even a loophole Music is therapy, cause truth be told growing old scares me, remain Rufio// Stumble when I mumble over the hi-hats 3D when you see me it's like I-Max A live chat, present some surprise raps Pawn my soul, there's no chance for buy backs// I have daily things that I strive for Present truth, what do I have to lie for I want to reach the clouds, so I fly more When the speakers pound, I want to see the crowd// [Chorus - 2x] I'm not gon' whine, I'm not gon' complain This rap money here, it all be the same Major or indy, I'm still in my lane If I rap like you, I got nothing to gain// [Verse 2] I'm back like I never left, thread with every step In the gym, getting thin, pushing every rep Every set, erases the stress, chase success Won't plunge, won't die, no Faces Of Death// Greatness is kept, inside, motivation just lies On the sheet, writing heat, until the pen dries No coward, fierce lion, some can sense pride Purify my soul, it's complete, not rinse dried// Life is short, I resort to commit time To things I believe in and people I love Music, I need a fix, I believe it's a drug Ten years strong and I'm still seeking a buzz// Still seeking a fanbase, gathering emails Present free music, no need for retail Strong work ethic, working on presales Connect with the fans, giving them details// [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 3] Grace the stage, correct the mistakes I made Play the game way before the bases laid A role model, no hero that saves the day I just want to write because it takes the pain away// Use to struggle with writer's block, now I write a lot Mind full of topics, destined to be in Vinyl spots Not the final stop, I've been blessed to breathe Far from the best emcee, respect me please// [Bridge] If I rap like you I got nothing to gain Let me take you on a journey where I struggle for fame I want to be large, you know double my name But until then I'll just humbly claim I got nothing to gain I got nothing to gain If I rap like you I got nothing to gain Let me take you on a journey where I struggle for fame If I rap like you I got nothing to gain [Chorus - 2x]

. [Verse 1] One day you have a job, the next day your laid off In the Unemployment line, can't wait to be paid off At the supermarket, spending your last dime Car on E, just thinking of past times// Cutting grass for neighbors, walking their dogs Changing their lights and cleaning their cars Still attending church, no work, still tithing Faith in an envelope, no funds provided// God knows your heart, friends try to inspire Wife presents bills, add fuel to the fire Late mortgage, repo man, eyeing your ride Suck it up, read Classifieds, dieing inside// Sense of pride, can't see yourself dipping them fries Or flipping a patty, you see yourself pimping a Caddy Kids want to be fresh, tried of hand me downs They get picked on, you stand your ground// [Verse 2] Each day the same routine, the same blue jeans Progress towards a new life and a new dream Fill out applications, you have aspirations Complete them fast because you have a lack of patience// Called in for interviews, wear a vintage suit Coffee stains on your tie, not presentable Wear dingy Stacy Adams not tennis shoes This long wait, has you sweating, doing intervals// Feeling miserable, you ready to puke Butterflies in your stomach and they ready to move Eager to work, faith keeps you in church Miracle worker, just plant your seed in the dirt// Friends say keep on Preacher say keep on This moment is a testimony, for you to speak on I been there, unemployed and depressed This is temporary man this is only a test//

Worship the king, know that the purpose is clean the earth is 80 percent water yet the surface is green Created from dust, royal ties, the birth of a king at an early age, the sage had me flirting with queens// Mechanic heart, in my teens, I would service machines focused on money, not talks about birds and the bees Future told, I was grown, searching for dreams dream searching, conversing while working for cream// Stray from violence, my reliance on the church, it brings joy, no vigil, or emergency teams I want to be a millionaire, purchase some things Cars, a yacht, clothes with colorful schemes// That's the good life, want to be signed to G.O.O.D right I can bank like Creflo, on Death Row like Suge Knight The weapon is my mouth, wishing that I could fight Inspiration, the music, right now I should write// About the pain, in my heart, I want to levitate Wrestling with pride, cut water, I'm shedding weight Heavy burden on my shoulders, I'm super stressed Depressed that a grudge will interfere with my Wedding Date// Wood grain exterior, have to put the Pledge away Free falling soul, I'm headed for a ledge today Wipe my eyes from these tears, felt the pepper stray Spent nights talking to God while the record plays// Listen to Marvin Gaye, starving artist art remains Father in the hospital, needs to have his heart exchanged Talk about a defect, got it reset A hard working man with legs on a feet rest// Thinking to myself, he was close he could see death Still has a pep in his step and I'm sluggish Moving around the house, arms low from the luggage Back sore, can't stand upright in public// I'm a writer, with a marketing mind With no niche, I wonder who will market these rhymes Fighting father time and the sand in the hour glass It's always sunny here, today we let the showers past// Matured into a man, left behind my childish past Hello new life, goodbye being signed for cash It's still a hobby though, I smile when I hear rap Because it was expression when I had fear trapped// It was expression, when the words caused confusion It was expression, never won, steady losing It was expression, I'm thankful for my rhyme books They made me appreciate how long a rhyme took// Take some time to remember the heavens My whole life will change on November 11th (2x)