Opportunity's Knockin'

Been down, been out, so what's new champ? Nothing but these same old scars of empty dreams, So when's your sun gonna rise from these ashes brother, Cut the song, kill this tape, bumming my kozmic vibes, When it's said an' done, you're lost in everlasting excuse, Gotta pull that rope, chase this hope, put on that yoke, Of self presentation to the masses through this choked voice, My hand's out, but not for cash; your prayers' rollin' down, Crack my skull into motion on this empty street heading out of Eden, Ya know; I'm Cain's son, but i ain't losin' face, i'm runnin' this race, At night under neon, mixing these harmonies in time with the beat of the world, Yeah, I'm a nobody; nobody you ever gonna forget when I put this melodic strain in your brain, Cut these tracks like cuttin' teeth, take a bite son an get the taste for success, Gotta get lyrical, spiritual, cause fear is all that's standin' in your path of that new day comin', Waken thine soul in fiery passions anew, and hit the streets with your hustle and drive, And don't forget the flow on the side.