9-1-1 wasn’t a jokenpistols blaze, young guns get lost in the smokenthere’s a war going on between the rich and the brokenit’s in the streets, worldwide, overseas and under oathnfrom day one man was flawed, we fall dailynno man is perfect, word, but we can keep workingnfulfill our purpose, before we’re gone with the windnstoring treasures for the final days and focus on the end (result)nthe vinyl plays and I write, my minds stays in the lightnand sprays a rhyme to ignite freedomnI’m feeling like it’s all overnstanding in the cold to be reminded that I’m still breathingnand I’m leaving this state of mind that got me depressednall the desires of the flesh, get put to restnand understand, we can live free in harsh realitynand shine light, when it’s to dark to seenKeep on, sun rise to sun fallnget your back up off the wall and keepnKeep on, we in this together, good and bad weathernonly the soul lasts forevernKeep on, sun rise to sun fallnget your back up off the wall and keepnKeep on, focus on the permanent thingsnwe can’t always trust what we seennI’m taking shots at the system like a paparazzinyou can’t stop me, from operating properlynI’m set to prosper with no illegal scandal,njust honest, diligent hard work, I can’t stand stillnI call my cash cream, it’s not about the benjamin’snmy cream is medicine, I’m not afraid to spread it thinnbless a struggling family with some food to eatnI know if in reverse, they would do it for menI’m looking out for my people in these trife (trifle) timesnchildren play outside and put their life on the linenit’s not all bad, but it’s been seeming so latelynseeing all these teenage girls raising babiesnwith no fathers, subliminal manslaughternyoung bucks on the block sipping dirty bath waternin glass bottles, feeling betrayed and cursednstay encouraged, the last shall be first, I’m sayingnnKeep on, sun rise to sun fallnget your back up off the wall and keepnKeep on, we in this together, good and bad weathernonly the soul lasts forevernKeep on, sun rise to sun fallnget your back up off the wall and keepnKeep on, focus on the permanent thingsnwe can’t always trust what we seennGoliath strikes and stands larger then my shadow isnI’m not equipt to battle this man handler alonenbuilt on the rock, evil infiltrates my homenand I’m to honest to God to cast the first stonenfear factor got me thinking to turn, run the opposite waynoptions fade, opposition tossing grenadesnI’m not trained in the art of warnI’m not running wild chasing beef, like a carnivorensometimes I feel like giving upnsometimes I feel like it’s not worth the fightnsometimes I feel like nobody caresncried at night and realized, God was right therenso regardless of what’s see with physical eyesn(deep inside) I know there’s meaning to lifenand even when I’m feeling down, defiled, defeated and drynI can still lift my hands to the sky (keep on).