Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
They stride of a blind man's stroll
But for whom does the next bell toll?
I'm too many years in the zone
Too many years to have built what I own
And many dumb fool try to take what I've grown
But these roots go deep and you can't blood a stone
So if you wanna push, I'mma shove
If you wanna spar, we can do it, no gloves
And if you're gonna run at me you better do it hard
Cuz I fear no fall, no brawl, no scars
I'm two pounds shy of a bomb
I'm one shade short of alarm
I'm too past wrath that I'm calm
Got two last laughs in my palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n' chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six, six, six if you threaten my development
Now, see a wise man learns from your mistakes
And lets the blunders of his brother serve to fill his plate
So best be on your way before the tidal wave breaks
Cuz you don't wanna come to meet the Reaper that awaits

- Zack Hemsey - Don't Get in My Way