Verse 1:

Never said that it would be instant/
No matter where you read it, you were reading a misprint/
Think of the wrists slit and people that ended
their lives and hopes over the highs and lows
and all kinds of slopes/
So it's gotta be so that you can make it in
before the rude awakening/
The truth'll straighten it/
And your faith'll be tested, but you should strengthen it/
To give yourself a purpose like a student majoring/
Now who was made to win?/
I know you hate to lose/
But on this path, a higher power has made the rules/
And though it seems like you should be going overseas;
sometimes your moment of atonement's when you save the jewels/
And don't let them be shown/
I know your life is hectic, they don't accept you at home/
I'm going through the same thing as I'm making this song/
That's why I stray from the throne, picking my battles like I'm Razor Ramone/
Pacing along in my lonely room/
Tired of waiting, but they say it's gon' be soon, so...
where would I go?
It's only noon once a day, right?/
I save life in daylight to make things right with the stage lights.

Chorus:
I do what I must with no ulterior motives/
Building a plan and I'ma put it in motion/
Won't be deterred, got superior devotion/
Living my life like it's Golden/
I do what I can to make myself more strong/
I handle with care, I know I must hold on/
I solemnly swear to live among those stars/
Living my life like it's no tomorrow.

Verse 2:

Have a glass of my orange juice/
Samples in my records, care less about lawsuits/
I fought through more in my last few years/
And I've been killing everything in my sight, give me some tattoo tears/
To make a verbal outcry/
Our side is deprived and they overlook us like a Language Arts outline/
Until we get out of line and the cops show up/
The block's sewn up/
It's not pop culture/
It's hot like a ulcer/
They got us on TV/
CB-S news snooze when a brother needs to be rescued/
Unless an arrest cues to ensue and ensure, the devil's been using his pitchfork/
On the piss poor people that's pissed off/
No wonder we ditch law, they do it on purpose to keep us insecure/
Yup, I pay attention to the scheme/
In the midst of it I witness where the spirits intervene/
Which administers the inadvertent reason that I'm clean/
Deciding not to curse was the project I immersed last year/
Was writing out a verse and it had me appalled, it closed my register like a cashier/
And that to me was a blessing in my face/
Shooting for the stars, not a weapon on my waist/
I was prepping for this day/
And cleansing my corrosion/
Digging much deeper, living life like it's Golden.

Chorus Again.