This is the box I don’ smash, but I make
It's the reason from ma dreams I will never wake,
It contains nothin but your refusal to be contained an restrained,
By the lack of inspiration-- like chains.
This ain't the the matrix, but I thinly like Morpheus
I show you the box, but u make it, there's rele nothin to it,
Jus find your innate beast through an outlet an you subdue it.
In what ever you do, you list make known it ferocity
Speed ain't enough, you must have direction to have velocity.
U must also reach out in the ways of a people mover
This is the only way to keep u from bein a true loser,
An that's what u are if your box is your prison
You could see through those boundaries if you had some line of vision.
If you dig what I'm sayin by now you know this,
The box can't hold you back if you know it doesn't exist.