Hackin’ Away

[Verse]
How much in life is make or break?
That broken feeling tends to fade away
Gets folded up into a paper plane
14th and 1st, dollar slice, paper plate
The future might be made of clay
Everything's on the table under the paperweight
I was pressing my enemies, had to make 'em pay
Then I bricked the finger roll on the break away
The only option is to make a way
Never hate the human, hate the state of play
Some success is an illusion, pure pay to play
I'm on Bergen and Flatbush by the bagel place
What if I disappeared like David Blaine?
What if I'm zeroes and ones in some database?
Never sip the Kool-Aid, skip the haterade
My next shit is my best shit I've made to date

[Hook]
I'm still here; I'm still hackin' away
Excavating in the back of the brain
Just another rat in a maze
Who thinks he has something to say

[Sample]
Big chunk, two big chunks
Made some pretty good progress
With any luck, we'll be able to get more of this out of the way
But the problem with it is there's so much dirt and rock and sand embedded in there
You can't really clean it out, I tried
Tried again but it doesn't want to come out