When I falter, I fall to the altar and call for a calm or departure/
Try to hold steady as the arms of an archer/
Until I break down, found face down, drowned in the thoughts that'll conquer/
Feel a shock to the system as if I had lost to the offense of Blanka/
Feel lit just pierce through the heart like I fought with the bosses of Contra/
Saw what the darkness will offer
but chose light even when I had no sight/
Contemplated the weight of taking my own life/
And though I made it another day and I hold tight,
know I'm unafraid of the fate awaiting a cold night/
I related to brothers knowing they sold white/
and related to others getting their soul right/
Though I see them both in the middle as a mirror to my face,
They're afraid to embrace like Rogue might/
The duality of man/
seeing all the greys that reality demands/
Feeling all the pain and it had to be the plan,
like I was given these chains so that gradually I'd stand/
And I stand taller than I ever did/
never meddling medicine with the sedatives/
It's imperative/
dealing with the devil on the level that you settle with, you dead him or you let him in/
In my head again, I plotted my escape/
Was running at a Stoudemire pace when I'm trying to get up out a dire place/
Though I hit the bottom, know I've got a higher faith/
eyes closed when i meditate, gotta lie awake/
Because sleep is the cousin of death/
so i play beats when I'm under duress/
Dig deeply up under the flesh
and find peace when i colour my text/
And light it up, never dulling the rest

[Big Rube]
Internalized/
the tipping prose forged in the flame of the tracks I murderize/
The shine of a king’s mind can bling queens to be fertilized/
While lackluster rap jesters infest the sound with clown noises/
It must sting when I spit, killing cats I’m like cobra/
Spitting ice venom/
found in mics, so precise when I strike, ice hit him/
When he’s up, he freeze up, he ain’t seize up, it’s ice in him/
I love winning/
before I be a slave I’ll be broke, don’t like bending/
We need struggle, for augmentation of the strength, it’s resistance that denses the muscles/
It’s the hustle/
slinging dope on a track that’ll get your mind high, keep your body out of trouble/
Addictive as the money, as the drugs, as the sex, but the text ain’t predictive/
First place only wins one race, if you want to be a legend, then you’ve got to be consistent/
You can come from the streets, still jump on the beat/
Reach one, teach one
ignorance is a sickness