4 a reason

I'm going down to the street
To get up on to my feet
Getting stuck into defeat
Straight hustling isn't cheap
All this shit to catch a vibe
Getting truth in this can of lies
Don't even sanitise my eyes
I'll get some with a part of fries
As I move into an ave
More peace I gotta grab
Fitting in like a stab
Little bit of mad, little bit of sad
I travel with a pen and pad
To take down everything I had
Til I'm left with none but the past
Not getting what I ask
So I cross my t's, dot my i's
Melody on the side
Not inside the right time
Cause I know I can slide
On this beat if I need
I'm Obsolete, undefeated
Apostrophe in the lead
Cant break free when I freeze it
Till infinity for the free
And I'm moving through a team
I see that I still need it
There's time here for a reason