(Hook)
Live on
Cause its a fact life goes on
It hasn't stopped since the day you were born

(Verse 1: Phatblitz)

Eyo its horribly... how they harness and try to change you into someone you not tryna be
So they promise you the profit and the luxury
And all you gotta do is come through with forgery
Blindfold the mass with chicks and jewelry
Therefore affect them all sub-consciously
Im damn sick and tired of poverty...
But can't sell my soul to live comfortably
Almost shed a tear when I found out that music is the poison for the soul... not food no more
And most of these chumps gone rap for the worst
Eighty five percent of them don't deserve applause
They just wanna correspond
Kiss ass play along, fake jerks till dawn, the realness is gone
PB came through with a re-born
Make niggers flip like a Motorola flip phone
"Life goes on, on the real"

(Hook)
Live on
Cause its a fact life goes on
It hasn't stopped since the day you were born

(Verse 2: Phatblitz)
Some call me a madcap... cause its 2014 but your boy is still rocking on a throw-back
Or a du-rag style's to way back
Attitude bad and I can't help that
I'm like a doomsday on a blue monday
You ain't promised that you gone see tuesday
Before midnight ill make sure you fools dead
Got speed way more than a thorough-bred
My creativity is what they wanna take away
Tryna make me feel like I ain't worth of getting paid
Because of one reason I ain't tryna slave
Just to get the fame and the b*tches in the game
I might smile but my inner-child is not the same
All annoyed by the lies that the news claim
Propaganda, through the slide-projector tell-lie-vision got pretenders

(Hook)
Live on
Cause its a fact life goes on
It hasn't stopped since the day you were born


(Verse 3: Phatblitz)
A word-play fanatic
Originality with not prosthetic
On the real son I ain't in it for the fabric
On some hiiipower shit call me kendrick
And designed to surmine the game like a hand-grip
Ain't no rhyme scheme that a nigga ain't flip
Most chosen on the manual like a sparerib
But I'm still broke still living at my moms crib_ got a mixtape but a nigga ain't sold shit
Lack of support cause I spitting that real shit
Ain't gotta front bout the jewels that I ain't got
Clothes that ain't rock
Man I can't even afford to change into pop
Its all for the love that I got for this hip hop
Any fake move than a diss track gone drop
And just to prove y'all weak ill spit it from the top
Anytime any-day dunn no flop

(Hook)
Live on
Cause its a fact life goes on
It hasn't stopped since the day you were born

(Outro)
We ask from thee to protect the nation, from indoctrination