It's a struggle on these streets, I'm the son, y'all the seeds
Innocent young M.C.'s maturing into trees
Seems I touch with the brush, Kevlaar never spoke much
But one stroke of the Dutch, I smear pictures with breath touch
Such an effect, Techs I never handle, gripped the three-eighty
Shady, I got clocked on the mandible, bloodied my structure
Got bagged, drunk on the streets, so wasted, all the jakes did
Was deliver me home to my bed sheets, sleet and rain
Blow east against the grain, I walk the bloody hills, barefoot in the rain
Stained twenty-four hours, two to finish this joint
Anoint with holy water, Think Differently with a daughter
And civilized planets, revolving around my son
Sleepless nights with a brain full of banging guns
A serenade of grenades, shave my pain with metal umbrellas
Storytellers and hustlers, funnel the strugglers restless
Fall to my knees, in the lab, asking the Most High to help us

It's been a long road, God knows, got me in a stronghold
Palms so sweaty, legs feel like spaghetti
Yet now I think I'm ready, so long as the Lord'll bless me
When I came from crumbs and sold drugs like ecstasy
Hung with killas, dodged bullets to the next degree
Was fun, like sex to me, to dead you in the streets
Over some shit you said to me, Think Differently, whatever
Just let it be, somebody fire my chef, I got the recipe
With this rap shit, I'm a wolf ahead of sheep
Fresh meat for the slaughter, I'm Nino to the Carter
Something you don't want a part of, with the heart of David
Against Goliath, you know the science, stop playing
It's time for mic strangling, while lives are left dangling
In the violence, no lights, no cameras, just live action
Whether triggers are written, it's all real
Pencils are reinforced with steel, I got to live

Back in '94, I know math's calling your drawer
Flyers bust on it, groundwork laid, dues paid
Dutch sauce waves calling, the streets is empty
'Til my veins stay bubbling, that booth my ice suit
I win your mic in a dice shoot and any man who walk through Hell
Will similarly feel like I do
And vision my inscription, you see where I slept
Sit at the edge of an avalanche cliff, you see where I step
Think Differently in infamy, the most on slept
Equipped with gems to blow the mind like turpentine wine
Keep the unstable odds in my stable with the free cable box
To pay for studio locks, I rob big locks
Think not of the Wise, my death color rhymes'll drain your colored eyes
Look what I discover, rise
Without credit checks, bought that board, fucked up credit ever since
So it better work, instead of a Beretta to work
Slither alert, the Gun Rule, Bermuda Tri-borough
Years later on the furlow

Think Differently

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Joseph Kirk Wilson, Justin Dante Cross, Kevin Blake Cross