Misfit Melody

[Isaac Newton:] In the year 1666, I procured me a glass prism - to try therewith the celebrated phenomena of colors [Verse 1: Bobby Alexander] I endlessly start to doubt The route that I go about While I question with such distress If I'll ever just make it out this address and I feel oppressed By the thoughts of failure repressed Cause a part of me says forget it the other endures the quest But my legs now credibly heavy Exhausted I nearly forfeit my faith now running on empty With every second already Passing I want to bury my dreams of being an mc Flipping ripping the stages My phrases sang by the many And plus I'm stuck in position A prison they call a school Where they fiddle with your ambition Visions becomes a pool Full of fantasies and pipe dreams To yourself that you sold Till reality hits you finally realize you getting old Only thing that keeps me alive is the drive For music and themes that I'll trade in for life redeemed Get it by any means My eyes showing signs of strain Codeine run thru my veins Yet I constantly take to caution the fiends That scheme on my dreams In a broken society No support it’s just rivalry Where the righteous stay quiet Meanwhile the idle hate vibrantly And all these niggas the same And they steady changing like climates But I'm reigning over the game all hail me when I'm rhyming [Steve Jobs:] And we believe that in this world, people can change for the better... And that those people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world Are the ones that actually do it [Verse 2: Psyonik] Pour a 40 for my niggas on the street Then I spit another 40 for my niggas on the creep For my brothers in the dust, families catch the wreath Freeze cold in this city, we've been told to leave But… that just the nature of the animal Toughen up the kids, raising them to stand the blows Most folks - don't understand the flow But I'm spitting for niggas who listen I read the manual A rare breed with the bloodline spread out Measure my life by how many dreams I get out Black Velvet, hot blooded, cold heart I can see my pen movin' with the ghost of mozart And my city's amazing at producing most arts But something's blocking the prism, we're off to a slow start And every time you kill someone's dream you make slaves But you know we from the beach, so we always make waves And I watch the color rise from the mist Just like the power for coloreds came from fists Solar rays polarized over days I see your soul on fire I'm hoping it holds the blaze Hold the blaze hold the fire hold the jet fuel Never disrespect you, hating is a cesspool The color of friendship's colors are endless All family man this blood is extensive Just wanna thank you for the listen Welcome to my Prism, some call it prison But that's just perspective, it changes vision Well thank you for the visit, I hope it was exquisite Getting kinda mellow to this melody of misfits