Intro:
Walking through these streets, can't sleep
I need the ambiance. 
A city full of dreamers and a hand full of ambiens. 
They can't handle it. That's why they puff the cannabis. 
They stressed out. To afraid of being left out

Verse One:
Everybody wanna rap like there's only one mic. 
Never showing love and the first one to fight. 
Blinded by your ignorance and swinging for the fence. 
Try to turn the other cheek but his neck to tense. 
Just a fucking nuisance tryna make new cents. 
But ain't nobody listen when you only got two cents. 
They don't want the truth. 
They just rigging up the booth. 
Got these crooked police at your neck like a noose. 
I been real for so long, I think I need to cut it. 
About to get the ball like them boys about to punt it. 
They ain't wanna kick it though. 
Passed so I picked the hoe.
Slam it through the post left em hanging like a mistletoe. 
Jimmy Graham slam yet again let me give it to em. 
Aiming for the fans grand slam, let me hit it to em.
I ain't a fucking fan of you.  I'll eat you like a cannibal. 
Hit em with the phantom I can't I'm a damn animal. 

Hook:
Will I. Spread my wings. Catch wind and take flight. 
Will I. See greatness, or fizzle out and die. 
Will I. Climb higher till I make it too the summit. 
Will I. Give it up, watch him jump as he plummets.

Verse Two:
You ever looked into the eyes of a man without a soul. 
Or stepped toe to toe with the devil in the cold. 
Well I been to the bottom let me tell you what I seen. 
A bunch of lost boys who lost touch of their dreams. 
So they sit in the corner of a dark crying. 
Rumors of his death got them praying that they lying. 
They told me that I would never be anything. 
Shooting down my dreams cut me down like a evergreen. 
Now they actin cool like they was cool with me before. 
I strain to hear the difference got my ears feeling sore. 
Tired of the bull, I take a step to the door. 
With my head to the floor couldn't take it anymore. 
So I broke it down shook it up, and rearranged the pieces. 
Put it back together as I smoothed out the creases. 
Cuz you ain't got the product 
And you ain't got the knowledge. 
Just a Facebook philosopher another false profit.

Hook:
Will I. Spread my wings. Catch wind and take flight. 
Will I. See greatness, or fizzle out and die. 
Will I. Climb higher till I make it too the summit. 
Will I. Give it up, watch him jump as he plummets.

Verse Three:
I just can't stand the propaganda being passed by Uncle Sam and all his cattle that he handles with a pitchfork and a hammer that he hammers in the court.
Cuz he can't stand the thought, of a man with a thought.
Or a man with a heart.
Or a man with a plan that doesn't match the mans.
It's all fucked up but you gotta understand. 
You gotta stick it to the man, every chance that you have. 
Just a bunch of bullies with some power. 
Take advantage if the poor like a coward. 
Pay attention to ya crew gotta push through the Judas.
Gotta keep a small group, now let me show you how to do this.
Illuminati rumors got a few afraid to do it. 
Cuz the nail that sticks out gets hammered by the Judas. 
Rat you out smack you up and feed you to the fishes. 
Everybody wanna eat, but they don't ever do the dishes. 
But never mind them, keep that fire in ya heart. 
Focus on ya self and keep it honest from the start. 
Don't let em put you in that room dog keep fighting. 
For you find yourself sitting in the same corner crying. 
Cuz ain't nobody got it like I got when I'm popping off the knowledge, Ain't no drama just acknowledge that I'm rocking. 
No I'm rotten..
This TheRott. .
Welcome to my world you now rocking with TheRott.