Afterlife

[Verse 1: manCHILD] I live the high life with lowlifes who want life to go Down the middle of the marketplace where souls are bought and sold In Rap Olympics, forfeit when the starting pistol sounds Make my words like safety nets so I can catch heads on the way down Found limits the breath that I breathe in this life that I lead It’s where the city’s smog infested skyline infects my lifetime Bring sentences to life like, “See spot run across the freeway” You can catch it on the Fox News instant replay I start the finished product minus the first sign of a blemish Trek towards the infinite if I can break this line of scrimmage Skywalk through clones attacking me, myself and Samuel Jackson To live life firsthand ‘til the second hand is reversed Blurt words written down, world wishing I’d curse them out So they can call me a hypocrite and disrespect what I’m about Flirt with disastrous methods, lessons pressed on earthquakes Make soundtracks for your life with every move that I make [Hook] My life moves and it changes and it grows My life, I fight for life throughout the highs and lows My life is sacrifice, open wounds and broken habits My life, come here, take a second look at it My life moves and it changes and it grows My life, I fight for life throughout the highs and lows My life is just a token, a tool for you to see with It’s my life, but here, you can take it if you need it [Verse #2] I got my mind on money that I buried inside the backyard Slaves to the industry push the plow, get their backs scarred I’m thinking how to snatch your shotgun before you shoot it The mountains are all snowcapped but the beaches are all polluted I still walk the narrow path tightrope style, eyes open to the trials While most of ya’ll stay in denial Hold on like a child to what’s real, the rest falls by the wayside Trace the hands of time to touch the face of El Shaddai But some of ya’ll don’t play right, you bite backs and attack life My back to the wall, eyes glued to the eyes of Christ That’s right, fan base is where open ears can listen Bump big business, my fast ball shatters the competition Win at least the division for the vision and still insisting That we can gain the power, run the labels and make the decisions My life, write songs for you and the people on your block It’ll blast on 88 whether the majors want it or not Just breathe. Breathe in the pain that comes with the growing Kiss the ground I walk upon and thank my God for the whole thing Take the bull by the horns because I gotta do something A nation of manchildren is now under construction [Hook] [Verse 3: manCHILD] I’ve slap-boxed with my brother and broken bread with whose buying Crouching tiger to hidden gratitude, impossible for me to see The divine schematics or divide the triune through mathematics Stand with a mic in my right hand with the left clutching a crucifix I haven’t felt this worn down since I last listened to Ludacris But I’m born new every morning, look in the mirror asking “Who is this?” See the battle scars I’ve earned, oh yeah, I remember now I’m the one who builds til walls are torn down, so what now? The crowd disperses, dry wit falls off my person Manifest destiny, show my faith through action in remixed versions Dress the wounded with compassion no matter who’s the victor Expose the world to the Son’s light and I hope they all get blistered A mystery of life lived and you can’t know until you live this Til you fall on your face everyday and ask Him for forgiveness Hide my rage where I can’t find it cause it always keeps me blinded I’m still living my life and this here is just a reminder [Hook]