so there i was stranded sweat on my brow and rage in my heart but i continued up that piece of shit mountain now i dont know if it was the blazing sun beating down on me or just my mind playing tricks on me but i began to feel the gaze of a thousand eyes preying down on me reality began to set in but this reality isnt actuality in this fucked up twisted and contorted spit of land now ive heard the stories bout men never coming back and the few that did well they werent men so much not after what had been done to them i traveled through the valley of savages where ill hearted vultures outweigh the innocence of what mankind used to be and yet i knew this was only the beginning yall know me still the same old siege everything low key chasing fame ain t shit really changed but the name but the flow still so unholy no friends no need need a jolie nigga middle finger to the police mad at me because i actually had some dreams passed bagging up groceries now days everybody wanna talk been a king since i learned how to walk get down low mother fucker pay homage people got eyes but they still stay blinded welcome to the place where faith cant find us end of the world nigga everything timeless born in the wild please dont mind us cause when you in the jungle you cant tame lions god going dumb on the beat pack come through leave blood on street only thing left is bones in our teeth everything on fire thats gorgeous to me what can i say yo a mans gotta eat i done seen good friends just lie through their teeth keep shit real no snakes in the team man your ass cant grow till you yank all the weeds hold up stop the rhyme i ain t in a rush got lots of time i ain t never really been the talking kind niggas change more times than optimus prime shady ass dudes cant stop the shine its a whole lot of cops doing lots of crime while the innocent men doing all the time the real wasteland ain t hard to find deal after deal contract after contract and still nothing was full proof it was time to cut their throats before they slit mine it was more than about saving the girl and bringing her back nah this was about respect because you see in the wasteland respect is the only dignity a man has left when dealing with such monsters theres really only two types of people humans and monsters and these mother fuckers they was monsters yall know us still saying real stuff ain t shit changed up walk through the land where the demons live i just wanna stay real like geppettos kid turn up the bass hoe raise the mids see even as a kid i saw lots of shit people thought i never would amount to shit a blood test only time you niggas positive now days everybody wanna talk got bars like a hand full of chalk they say i got em up in arms im racially charged god damn frankly im shocked politicking we just want to know if god is listening this what happens when too many fathers missing heating up and you dudes cant stop the friction never cut a mans throat but the thought is tempting im a son of a gun guess that means im a bullet my shit is the truest i wonder if lincoln would sit in that booth if he knew it would change up the future a thousand more years couldnt make me wiser cant see the truth till you change the visor the truth ain t always as far as it seems ain t nothing but sand in the land of the kings as the winds lashed across her soft skin i glanced upon the work i did 5 dead men but the only one i overlooked was the only one that mattered the same knife that was pressed against her neck was now eight inches deep in the center of my back face down sand turned red she left me for dead as i watched her walk further into the wasteland now if theres one thing i learned the industry shes a real fuckin bitch5