Verse 1
I live where the pulse hits/ in ciphers and pulpits/
In the underground where minds eyes can focus/
So I packed a full bag/ with pens and notepads/
Going to the town of sell outs and old fads/
Where I could be hardcore/ benefit from my art-more/
Sell out my art-form/ get money and a good chart score/
But when I arrived I couldn't do it/
I couldn't betray the music Christ and those who listen to it/
So I just walked the streets/ as city sounds dropped the beat/
watching these flocks of sheep/ making hip-hop obsolete/
But in ciphers it's the god of all/ when God created it/
So if hip-hop is your God then I'm atheist/
I'd rather have no chart hits/ and be a starving artist/
so I can speak the truth and stay real about where my heart is/
cause regardless I need to look into the eyes of my kids/
show them the callouses and tell them I gave all I can give/


Hook:
There's no path no way no blueprint (MY TWO CENTS)
I do what I do simply cause I like to do it/
theres no rhyme no reason no influence/ (MY TWO CENTS)
I speak what I live and leave it to my music/
There's no path no way no blueprint/ (MY TWO CENTS)
I do what I do cause I simply like to do it/
theres no rhyme no reason no influence/ (MY TWO CENTS)
I speak what I live and leave my two cents/

Its a long road when you set out/ to chase a dream/
And I have the scars that bled out/ but they keeps the faith in me/
I'm at that point in my life/ when I'd rather just play with my kids/
Then sit down and write/ cause I know I gave all I could give/
And I enjoyed the journey/ and I appreciated every hardship/
as the page in life is turning/ I look past the margins/
I look past problems/ but I never forget where I got the scars/
its not that I dont want them/ but Im reminded that the path was hard/
And its no longer cute to be that starving artist/
I don’t want to pour out my heart till I’m empty hearted/
I’ve paid my dues and I want paid back plus interest/
A dreamer never makes a dime when dreams are there only business/
And I get a penny for my thought they say a nickel for a quick-kiss/
And I’ve loved hip hop but never got a dime for the commitment/
So until I get the love back/ look into my eyes when I say this/
Love your culture but dont expect a return on your payments/