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i sneak up quiet on the set grab the mic in my hand/
with a casual calm as only shoplifters can/
keep a low profile, appearance set on stealth/
until i drop the bomb so let me introduce myself/
my mother calls me martin, yes this is my maiden name/
i stay the same, while others try to change for fame/
will not play your game, life is not a contest/
im not waggeling about thinking i am the best/
nevertheless i stress to progress and move forward/
beyond the sunset and onto the undiscovered/
look for the less road traveled by not to hide/
but i could never be the one to ride the tide/
i strive against conformity, i come with the/
plan to stir up shit and crush your fucking apathy/
hyper like mbd, ever to keep me on my toes/
watching close, whether it be friends or foes/
my clothes may not be the fanciest/
but judge not a man by the pants he has/
i'm racking stash, to make me alittle more free/
of their lunatic workaholic wage slavery/
out of my salary they pay them police to chase me/
try to arrest me simply cos i write grafitti/
but i'm a fast runner. running; my legs carry me well/
so now im 22 and never seen the insides of a cell,/
all is not well; they got us small fish locked down/
small fish break from the flock and small fish they'll drown/
which is not about justice, it's just a restrainer/
for donmartin the maintainer, i live in a container/
containing all my graph flix, cans, clothes and lyrics/
books and shit i have not had the heart to lit/
i will not quit and honey i was born in sin/
built with my own mind even for pissing against the wind/
swim at the wave, i misbehave/
you either be brave or let your self enslave/
engage; guards up. trust noone fully but thyself/
and measure not growth in economical wealth/
set to stealth; my blood pours all red in my weins/
mission in combat mode against restraints and chains/
"now" be the answer to "when" so i must pick up the pen/
and transform ordinary words into swords for fighten'/
bend against trend not as to attract attention/
but cos seamingly reason is facing extinction/
and i could never be the one to blindly follow the flow/
agitate for understanding and oppose those/
who consequently be choosing the crap before content/
and then they're wondering about how our world got so violent/
so while wannabees seek superficial social status/
i try to be one to judge a person by his actions/
and i don't have time for petty bullshit/
over who said what to whom i can spare no bruises./
i'm a hungry man and thus an angry man/
but must channel this aggression at the missfeading hand/
and so i stand ready to attack the nonsense,/
ready to back up wherever change for better be the consequense./
intense because most of this time i spend/
seems a lot like im standing pissing against the wind/
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