Slavery Video (MV)

The situation's complicated, not sure how to explain it
Maybe it would be best to put it on a track so I could play it
I'm a little off-kilter, in case the beat didn't let you know
But maybe it would help if I could put it in a flow
But I'm worried that it actually might not
So I don't even try, I just sit here and rot
Waiting for the right time, waiting for the right lines
Waiting for my plans to become more than just a thought
Speaking of which I've been thinking that they might not accept me
Super cliché, but it's kinda got me stressin' and it's testin'
It's not even pass-fail, which I always thought was easier
It's more like all the time prayin' "Please be here" but wait
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna go through it, I just wanna walk around it
But walkin' ain't my thing so I'll just stand, no I'll just sit
Now book 19, one, one doesn't really fit

But what if they hate it, what if they can't relate it
To anything in their life, I would ask "Why did I create this?"
But why did I create it? Cause I thought it would be a blessing?
I'm not sure how to answer, so I'll ask another question
How many of my bars will be about the same thing?
Consistency is key, but repetition drives me crazy
Which really doesn't make much sense, if you start to think through it
Cause every day I'm putting out flames that could have been a movement
These moments are ubiquitous, omnipotently pernicious
They have the power to destroy me-they're super vicious
Superficial desires got me inspired to require myself to bow down to liars who set me on fire
Follow the rules you lose, choose violence you win
So that's how I'mina choose to play a game set up by a world of sin
Die to myself, kill the flesh, take a step, make a breath
Know they'll be back soon, so I'mina choose never to rest