Act on it

[Prevail] Before I fade to black in the shaded shack, In a box with handles and my family in back, I will have achieved my life in leaves, of paper, that kept me safer than hangin with theives. I've been in the big house, but not for long, But long enough to know it's hard to make songs, I played my cards and kept movin along, Hooked up with Madchild and righted my wrongs, You don't continue with circles, we generate light, So three hundred and sixty five days I study and write, I bloody the mic and will continue to learn, From the best in the world until the night I burn. I fought for my turn, you can check my gloves, We both have inkpads covered with blood and scabs, I love what I have but I will progress, And I do every day when I take my first step, It's all about Breath, when it's done I'm gone, And death is a pawn in a game on a board of which I'm on. I've had a sword in my palm from the very first tracks, That were cut, mastered, and released under battleaxe. It's nice to know that I've been a part of something reversal, Camouflage to Consumption.