Olympia, WA artist DMT teams up with Minneapolis producer PBlaze for a deep, emotional, hot track. This is the first single off of DMT's " The Foundation Mixtape Part II : Progression" on Interdimension Dictation Records.

Lyrics below

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1.
Yeah, Ive noticed, that this worlds got hate
its noted with my words that I'll make my fate
I'm focused, will will remain
and my motives with my skill are to cause a change

n everybodys remainin the same tryin to obtain
a way to make their name and kick start some fame
my bars contain scars from my heart and brain
im part insane n my third eye embarks the game

Divine mental thoughts is all society sought
varieties jot lines n schemes of meaninless rot
its all the demons i've faught n reasons i've brought
i've taut the lines sot in class n got lost

people to boss on the bottom that work a lot
my feet never cross on the bottom they hurt a lot
im a needle thats lost dirt tossed ontop of me
n this is just a sample of the little bit that bothers me kuz it just

2.
so bad so bad yeah its hurts like that
I'm an economic slave so the system wont collapse
and im quite mad at the fact i stay trapped
in order to bring order to the ones stayin stacked

the governments tabs bout 2 grand per every human head
thats the us deficit n not the combined worlds debt
so what the fuck no wonder my back is soar
they keep spending more than the world can afford

i drive an accord servin them pizzas up at dirty daves
proudly daves slave makin music on the side for wage
shootin flames they backfire and lightup my leg
all just a feelin kuz the music may not float away

so i stay metal on the grind doin my own thing
mentally i found that this system use to own me
to all those supporting lower a rope n pull me
get me out this hole so your souls not lonely kuz you know it just

3.
So damn bad like my mommas neck
three cadaver discs puttin her spine in check
hospital bills, medical pills
musical skills with all this support to build
physical hills onna road for the fortune to wheel
so i can buy a rose if a funerals near

cause i'm fillin with fear as the days pass me by
mom was almost paralyzed n on the real i cried
questions came of why but its all the whys of life
an artheritis spine they cut through her neck with knives

n every single night, shes afraid to go to sleep
kuz every single mornin she cant feel her feet
so she does her best to wake up, the days suck
she can't work so all my pops checks are paid up

its all rough, but its life n shits tough
n it hurts the most that i can't help out much,
i contribute yet its nothin in comparison
they my parents damn this music better surface man

im rhymin n grindin its feelin out my grasp
i'm holdin onto moving time like an hour glass
and as the hours pass i write this track
with a mind that
-hurts so, hurts so- baddd
climbin up through the class trap
bad kuz the ladder at the top might snap
sad kuz i love inbetween a vacant crack
sad but i love so it contradicts it back
glad that my words allow me to relax
mad that this world wont put em all on blast
they bumpin wayne n not my raps n it just
-hurt so, hurt so- badd
kuz we're stuck on the fake
most actors act personality mistakes
if a top dogs traced a fatality is made
and us bottom feeders proudly remain
workin a wage,
writtin out a page
that wont fade away but play
as my souls inna cage
when the flow hits the notes
they evaporate in space
so my pain always stays
its rapped it remains

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