Verse I I drop in with my face to the wind Spin 180 for the win But I can't find my feet it's like I lost the beat Mid air and there's no plan B's Hit
Look at me, what you see? Is it him or me? Critic?s is dissing me hard was this meant to be? The feeling I?m feeling is real, and it?s stealing, the
and I?m speaking And I like that, I?m a still rap I won?t come fake styling like ye plastic gats If you didn?t know I spit the syllables Were bringing you Manafest
See the light or get knocked off I don?t talk a lot I drop it hot modern day psalmist topping charts Get me in my comfort at a concert For child
Find myself with my mic in a tight spot There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me Many men is thieves
Be yourself man Be your own girl What you want huh?? Why you concerned Want to be a super star Like you got hot It don?t rain Just rock Why not
Sometimes I feel like I want to quit No one will notice if I forfeit my soul blow myself with a clip That?s my father did no gun, a noose and he hung
Chorus Something?s changing my life in the night, I don?t know what it is yall, I?m believing it?s Christ he is the light Who ever would a thought
Freestyle?s and Hooks, exiled like crooks, baggy jeans my style judge by the looks Shook by parliament I mean society I in me starting this riot up
I never talk the talk unless I walk the walk in the dark what you want come get it I see you fake and flaunt, the way you pose and stomp, I got soul
Dreams are still alive They don?t ever die Close your eyes and imagine it right now We got to keep dreaming we giving life meaning Staying clear
It?s been awhile now I?ve been searching thinking about Sin and drought, up and down spinning round, round, round Round, Round I haven?t found it,
It?s funny I never thought that I?d be homeless I used to walk by them, now I?m living on the corners Stretching for a touch of a hand, a dollar bill
M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on M.A.N.A FESTO exposing light, and take aim what come on Exposing Light manafesto down town
I?m staring at your picture dad Pulling up the past Trying to learn about this father that I never had So young, so wrong, and ye gone It?s only,
Intro: The pressures? of life got me thinking again What ticked you off today, your boss, girlfriend, that same idiot at school? This world makes
This one's for all the people who talk Shoot you down before you reach the top Cause they just don't know much about me You know the types that say
Sometimes I don?t even wanna leave my house These fake fears wrestle me to the flipping ground I?m not scared of dying maybe scared of failing So
