now please move on 360 it s all the same as i keep on walkin it doesn t change but i keep on walkin it s all the same as i keep on walkin and move my feet till i find me another way it s that lone vision inside but my flow s written so different that shit it s simply unnoticed when most listen they say death and it bears a heaven or devil defined the step it s indefinite send me a message and try to help me out wish i could speak to a just tell me now meanwhile what s held me down till now is that inner force that brings the thoughts to my head to fall to my pen and form it all before it gets read so i sit down and open a page focus and wait a moment till i know what i ll say and i think how i wonder why that fear is a mind trapped to life that comes right back here where i see defeat in every word that i write i turn in my mind and find myself immersed in uncertainty why it s like a curse when it occurs i deter and i try to fight it internally till it s worse and i m nervous in fright we re in this world givin birth but i ve hurt my entire time on this earth cause i can t determine a purpose for life pez is the person that s observant inside tryna interpret the science side and emerge on the surface and glide we get one turn you can t rehearse it return and then try it again instead just be alert for the turbulent ride on this journey and this search for a permanent high where you re more likely to be a servant and work to survive i ve learned to rely on fate to reshape what i say and fate to erase all the weights and pain ll get taken away it ll break all our hate and they can mistake or convey the faded belief you perceive it s evil that s making me say it s all the same as i keep on walkin it doesn t change but i keep on walkin it s all the same as i keep on walkin and move my feet till i find me another way and i keep on walkin it doesn t change but i keep on walkin it s all the same as i keep on walkin and move my feet till i find me another way now i m flippin it back and this is a rap for anyone listenin that they keep on just hearing this music and the people involved and they re sick of the fact i spit it with tact creative with words so labelled a gift of the gab uh it s hidden with facts the simple don t see it and so all the critics attack and they re too quick to judge way too quick to judge but even the people around me do it ah so this is love ha i guess there s a curse to let your words combine with a pen and the paper converting a verse forgetting what hurts and not even thinking till later begin on your own it s written alone but people who listen they carry it see air can hurt they hear one rhyme and suddenly question my character you gotta be kiddin me thinkin and sayin that shit could be breaking my spirit try handle the fact that i might just not mean everything that i say in my so this is me right now to those who speak pipe down but nevertheless i ll never accept the heat die down thinkin the beat might sound cause matik can kill with the sample uh oh shit there s an example  it s all the same as i keep on walkin it doesn t change but i keep on walkin it s all the same as i keep on walkin and move my feet till i find me another way down and i keep on walkin it doesn t change but i keep on walkin it s all the same as i keep on walkin and move my feet till i find me another way 