Sometimes I feel invincible. Like I can't be defeated, and I mean it. but with these cravings I need to feed this, an appetite I got beef with makes sense cause I hate fighting unless defense. Protecting my goals from failing, im reflecting on me as a whole and im prevailing, from these thoughts, I want it to stop it hits me like a beat and I drop, on the streets where I fought, a release, well I'm still fighting, im still lighting a path to stay alive im surviving, hunger or a number of fists striking im gonna quit diving into the fast-lane, slow deaths lash pain yet i'll live and i'll rep my lastname.