Konakele Video (MV)

Feel like I'm losing the point of making this music (Making this music)
Feel like I'm losing the muse
Missing a few trends (Missing a few trends)
Rushing this movement
Always tweaking the code
I keep (Tweaking the code)
Switching a fuse
Switching up for this money I need (What it do)
Feel like I used to be cool enough for the token (For the token)
Feel like I used to be cool enough for the pulpit (For the pulpit)
Playing a few stands
A piece of my new plan is piecing my routes back
I'm pulling my roots in (Pulling my roots)
Puzzles were sent to me
Like some divine telepathy saying
Boy, don't you rest in peace
Death was never your dare
Saving pain is your recipe
Cook, cut it and carefully
Concentrate on the kerosene, not your bubbling fears
Slow now, take a message and a second to slow down
When you've been ready for a minute to blow now
Don't you go running on empty
Don't you go running
Selling out to the process
Black treasures come from your cold chest
Got you selling out to the romance
Got you selling out to the bills in your daddy's name
Selling out to the process
Black treasures come from your cold chest
Got me selling out to the romance
Got me selling out to the thrills of another day
Alive in the program
A life in the program
Sometimes on the wrong end
Sometimes on the wrong end
Damn
Konakele, konakele
Konakele, konakele
Be nothing more than a foolish night before
Be nothing more than my fee at these foreign clubs
For nothingness in my naive eyes for love
For nothing less than a few more years to learn
Wanna see where the evils lie
Wanna be where the people riot
Wanna peak with the ego with the beat cold
To release what the people fight
Wanna seek what the heat won't find
Wanna hang up a newborn messiah
Maybe toss that cliche in a freebase
Talk back with the dog-gone, diving
Re-up on the heroes dying
Re-up on the halos hired
In the back with a few known dimes
In the bag with a few bold lies
Talk back with a new face-lift
North-side with the harlots
I'm living all my Hollywood crimes
Coming up on African time
Took a message and a second to slow down
When you've been ready for a minute to blow now
Don't you go running on Empty
Don't you go running
Selling out to the process
Black treasures come from your cold chest
Got you selling out to the romance
Got you selling out to the bills in your daddy's name
Selling out to the process
Black treasures come from your cold chest
Got me selling out to the romance
Got me selling out to the thrills of another day
Alive in the program
A life in the program
Sometimes on the wrong end
Sometimes on the wrong end
Damn
Konakele, konakele
Konakele, konakele
Selling out to the process