Crunch Time

Thoughts of a free-nigga, searching for power and wisdom.

Hands wide open, ready to grab ahold of any opportunity thrown.

Close to the edge, his tolerance being tested as his actions are being questioned.  

I'm bound to die now, but have no intentions to quit.

I'm breaking the walls down, only limit is as high as I go.  

Climbing higher and higher, "the fall only gets worse," I know. 

The greed for power, the power of greed, all willing to kill anyone that chooses to oppose.

No clear distinction between them and an obstacle, but this man's gaining power, it's just the beginning to his chronicle.

The vapors fill the room, everyone's dead, "it's nothing new." 

The elders struck gold on these temporarily-free souls. 

It hurts to try and reach someone that's just too bold, the only thing on their mind is their rights cause they can't do any wrong.

I don't need any reasoning, and I don't need any rights.

Only thing I need is life, as I'm looking for strength in this crunch time.