Assemble the cypher,
And speak on life's cycles,
Perditions not mention in the circle of success,
In this paradox called the game,
Niggas words get paraphrased,
Just to hold a share of fame,
A pair of dames told me,
Don't un-box Pandora,
Stick to what you know,
Don't be a explorer,
See when it comes to change,
They so afraid of it,
Could go around the world,
But remain in they radius,
Same shit,
Same rotations,
What goes comes around to the same location,
Life's a million circles,
Like motor gears revolving,
All in rotation different modes of operation,
Habits evolve as the clock spins faster,
Runnin' laps round town to time lapses,
My old circle of friends,
Down played my purpose to win,
Like fuckin' hard work is a sin,
You see,
These thoughts runnin' round and round my head,
Takin' drags from what was passed to the left,
Loopin' through the city,
Gotta' support the round the clock hustle,
Even when it's windy in the city...

Life goes round,
Money circulates,
Then the pussy come round,
Drama cycle through,
Circles of trust get easily broken,
Spinnin' crazy,
Though not in circular motion,
My circumference,
Alive with substance,
As the real goes round,
Fakes droppin' through tha' holes,
The highs come round,
Same goes for the lows,
The rotation,
In the Chi we go round...