3:14.

Hope lost as fathers fall short of response, silence betrays conviction.

A home in shambles, the only ensemble is holding hands in dereliction,

It takes a man to teach a man -

You can’t afford to commission commitment

And buyin' your way to interest just a hoax, you only find your passion in real admission.

Sat myself down, inclined to the truth behind my reflection -

3 Ms in repetition;

Money, Murder, Mistress -

3 Ms, in reprehension;

We think skyrocketin' our profit gone heal our conditions

But ain’t no handouts on this earth,

Only crime, time, and repentance.

Sprawled free from the webs, I rose

Metamorphosized my foes to see the greater image,

Accomplices to caustic complications,

They use drugs to fill the void as an instance.

Goodbyes provide riddance, Cerebral wrought by the storms,

Lost in the intermittent -

In their heads, they was just at the courts,

Chillin'

Smokin'

Playin' scrimmage.

But their forefathers once carried the weight of dread without jurisdiction,

Juries like presidents in the safe - unbridled reprehensive confiscation

That mean they take souls like Ronald Reagan, babies cry to the crackles of the stove - ol' momma ain't cookin bacon

Cyclical pain, they need to find a way to escape the road that caves in

But that’s a decision, and it's imperative to keep narratives written

Shit getting too vindictive - only smoke in a chest full of conviction, light the ignition

Never was one to lie for attention - stoke up the pen with oxymoronic concision

They unjustly justify to help us transcend our grounding submission

Would be the one to evince the truth - but who am I kiddin?