[Verse 1: Epidemic]

Listen to my confession, music is my obsession
The truth of my aggression & the root of my depression
Feel like I'm going backwards, I'm trapped in my dimension
Hoping to find an answer, but who am I to question
I come off antisocial, but it's not my intention
Just less fake n***as approaching you from my perspective
I burnt a lot of bridges, I broke a lot of hearts
& I take the blame, even when some things just fall apart
I trade my brush for a pen, this is modern art
I could call it food for thought, even a la carte
So I'm just cooking up some bars as the time pass &
I'm just looking at the stars through a spy glass &
I just sit here in the dark with a wine glass &
Open up my fuckin' heart like a bypass &
Yeah I can see that I'm blessed
But I'm just missing one thing
Success

[Hook: Black Dada]

See I could see the days pass by
I wonder if my clock is broken
Is it really my time
Maybe it's not my time
What if I'm wrong[x4]

[Verse 2: Epidemic]

I contemplate raising this white flag
But how could I complain that my life's bad
When motha' fuckas crying for an iPad
While kids dying cause' they fighting for a rice bag
There's so much more to life than a price tag
So of course it's hypocritical when I brag
I try to find a balance & the right path
Trying to stay grounded without changing my flight path
It's an impossibility, they just opposites of me
I'm just lost in this debris
Is it this clock or is it me, feeling time is at a stand still
& this the only wound that it can't heal
Half these other rhymers only half-skilled
It's like I'm just a diamond in a landfill
& yes I can see that I'm blessed, but I'm just missing one thing
Success

[Hook]
[Bridge effect]

[Epidemic]

During the darkest hours is when our light shines the brightest
Minus the distractions & attractions that blind us
We welcome the blessings but the curses still remind us
That inside us is the power to find, us
Behind us we leave a legacy that can define us, for better or worse
The words, the verses, the joy, the hurt, the deaths & the births of our ideas
That you hear right through our songs
That's why I swear that I belong here, but what if I'm wrong?
[Hook]