New day, we're stuck, because this whole world's fucked, and it sucks, good-luck, with the lies that's got you tucked. So we pray for the day where we live for twelve rounds. We take another man's dreams, just to keep our family sound. I'm praying for the day where the young kids will say, “Hey... “Reality's humanity that stretches far from insanity. Yes sir, I live for family and individuality.” Please... see... that this life is a disease. Please put my mind at ease and believe that what I've seen is nothing short of a mean, mean cruel dream. I'm fiending for a scratch off this track so I can rap, about a life filled with traps and how I've lived not as a rat, but as a man that chills with cats and a dog that smells the map, so the map leads him to stacks... fact!

WAGER