Penny for My Thoughts/Indecisive Interlude Video (MV)

This was written in the sand
From someone who could never understand
If i'm destitute how do I change the circumstance
Should I put down the bible and listen to my own commands
Stay away from vices stick to virtue
And hope I hit the promised land
I know the lies I know we all stumble on the contraband
I'm running from the devils demands
And thinking will I get a second chance
Let me take a second glance at my future
I'm wishing for dreams like Martin Luther did
Will I make it big
Will my vision stick
Will I be another victim on the streets
Another grave to dig
This is life in the abyss
When your trapped in the scheme
Everybody fighting for some green
Dealing with the low self esteem
It gets deeper than a submarine
Is that the reason why a child is picking up a f*cking sub machine
Super models hide behind a magazine
I'm grinding so I can get to places that I haven't been
I wonder if that grass is green
I'm trapped in between the screen and this paper
Tryna meet my maker
I just wanna ask him why it's blood sweat and tears for my labour
No friends on my radar
I feel like i'm saying a prayer in a container
I'm tryna think out this box
And there's no keys to unlock the locks
When will it stop
When will i get a penny for my thoughts
I'm stuck at the bottom tryna make it to the top
Tryna make a quid I'm tryna make a lot
When will it stop
When will i get a penny for my thoughts
I'm stuck at the bottom tryna make it to the top
Tryna make a quid I'm tryna make a lot
Fortune and fame
To the pleasure and pain
Not much can change if we're slaves
To the games the media plays
Tryna portray the same system that
We used to
You just rocking a chain while there's blood on my name
The anger I can't contain
I've seen my brother detained
Inhumane no wonder I got disdain
No wonder he's gone insane
It's injustice
I'm sick and tired of corruption that always results in
A distant relative lying dead on the floor
And the gap on the rich and the poor grows wider
Fight or Flight who's a fighter
Who can escape the bite from the vipers
Kill them in a cypher
Me i'm just a rhymer
And i got desires
Don't think i'll retire from seeking the truth
I'll sleep in the booth
Till demons are loose
I'm digging up roots
And planting my seeds till i'm making some fruits
And i hope my food for thought is something you can use
Don't get confused from what you see on the news
That's an allusion
They're tracing the movements
Am i making improvements from making this music
From the questions to answers it gets therapeutic
I might be reclusive
But that's the only peace I can get from a society that's always abusive
Always abusive
When will it stop
When will i get a penny for my thoughts
I'm stuck at the bottom tryna make it to the top
Tryna make a quid I'm tryna make a lot