Problems Video (MV)

All these memories lost deep in My mind
And I learned to forget cause They'd eat me alive
A defense mechanism, a way to Survive
Evolved from the streets, Poetry over beats
Street smarts of a thug, intellect Of a geek
If you listen close enough you Pick it up while I speak
Raised without a father figure, Essence of a bastard
Missed out at an early age, Fundamentals mastered
Spent too many nights with Acquaintances plastered
Fragments of my memories like Dust in the westerlies
Never wastin' energy, behalf of My enemies
Conservation, good sign of true Expertise
Proud to say that I never caught A felony
Still many weaknesses, haven't Found a remedy
Bound for greatness, even if I Never make it
The dice in my hand, can't win Unless you shake it

Problems, Problems Everybody's got em
Trying to hold it down without The hitting bottom
Problems, Problems so many Vices
Trying to turn it around before It turns into a crisis

Can't dwell on the past man, This life is too fast
Gotta focus on the future, keep Your foot on the gas
Stay strong in the struggle need To break up out the caste
And keep it moving like a Stripper shaking ass
It's a long f*cking haul in this Quest for cash
Born alone die alone, does your Legend last
Cause you only live one time, Leave your mark
Ill break it down like an Enzyme, knock it out the park
Like Americas pastime, spark When I rhyme
Way better than my last line, Outshine dud thugs
Ease your mind when I'm Staring at the skyline
Remark like he past his prime, That shit is asinine
Follow the bloodline back and You find divine
Flavor deeper with time, gotta Soak em in brine
Whiteboy got black gold Flowing like the pipeline
Enshrined on the climb while The stars align

Problems, Problems Everybody's got em
Trying to hold it down without The hitting bottom
Problems, Problems so many Vices
Trying to turn it around before It turns into a crisis

Some people have the gift of Gab, verbal expression
Not me, I'm in a battle of Linguistic suppression
Ideas take longer to form since I was born
Innate ability to leave the mic Torn
Rhythmic poetics, exude from My genetics
This artform is real, and non-Apologetic
Non-synthetic wiped clean of Cosmetic
I spit lines of flux, melt poles Magnetic
Attractive, ideas and thoughts That hold you captive
Rap lives, underground, yellow Jackets
Antisocial, mogul that'll roast You
So, clear my focal when I'm Feeling vocal
Deliver like postal, local to Global
Resources total, limitless at my Disposal
Catastrophic results, fallout, Chernobyl
You glow with iridescence, Shimmer like an opal

Problems, Problems Everybody's got em
Trying to hold it down without The hitting bottom
Problems, Problems so many Vices
Trying to turn it around before It turns into a crisis