This is the second track for Nickels Dimes & Rhymes. Thanks to nietzlawe for the beat.
Flow doesn't have to be monotone anymore folks so don't tell me to rap like a robot.

Holding These Keys

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 1

This is it, driftin' from sins eternal bliss
Runnin' from infernos so bitch it's evident
That I'm the president that burned all
of this through journals and words out the back of my head.
Like verbs said leave ya fuckin' brain dead
So repent ya sins before trucks and trains sped
Over ya layin' on these tracks like eagles spread
Yeah my brain said this and all the people that I've led
March on to war like we stormin' Dunkirk shores
Start blastin' radio lead if they ignorin' or bored
So I thirst for more worlds to explore so what's left in store
So what's next through second bests and bullet proof doors
That I just so happened to have a set of keys for

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 2

So get back 'cus what I'm packin' aint straps when
These bats go clickity clackin' at ya back for sure
Bustin' off ya cap for thinkin' yall can make it fuckin' rappin'
But what I imagine is me standin' there fuckin' laughin'
Money never havin' it I'm grabbin' it for hash and cess
So that's what's best to protect me from the rest
it's just better than any other bullet proof vest
So who's foolin' who next and who's cool enough
To step in my general direction when even my reflection
Can wreck sons leavin' dead men hung high strung
Without ever usin' a gun to teach you cowards a lesson
Like my hours been about stressin' only guessin'
What's best for them, the people put their trust in
The steeple overhead so blessed, I got a little question
Which way should I be runnin' or should I be havin' fun
Or should I be raising a daughter or a son?

Chorus
Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.

Verse 3

Get back to real life, a drink of water on my tongue
Feels nice because I been sittin' in the sun
So spice but at some point we gotta bite the slug
So we fightin' thinkin' it's right and livin' life like thugs.
Now see the light when you mistaken brain on drugs
That pull and tug when you in pain, poppin' perkasets
That hurt ya chest and fade your touch.
Like this blade I clutch its covered in rust
As it hovers above verbs and words with benevolent trust.
So who's tellin' us what then and who the Hell do they cuff
When freedom of speech can never be crushed
But that means these little people can bluff
And get treated as equals and act real tough
Behind a microphones muff so enlightened
But ya frightened when I get ya in my sights then brah.
And to think all you had to do was show a homie some love.

Chorus

Runnin' to the light when
Gun is movin' to ya life then,
Get directed with a pen writin'
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.
So what the fuck is right then
Dyin' for what they wanna fight against
This might just be a little frightening
So I bring something more enlightening
I hold the keys
I hold the keys
I hold the keys so fight me.