I use to look at y'all for inspiration. Seem to have it wrong with all these problems that we facing, And lately I've been contemplating this ain't some competitionWe all in for the win so ante up! So sick of all these chainz it's weighing me down And all this talk of fame has got to your brain. As insane as it might sound, You a slave to the industry, now your soul is bound, To what.... It ain't real... This ain't you! Bring back the light ....to what.. to the people The people who brought you up to hear a voice To keep me out of this state of mind, to think beyond in the well ambiance! Well ... what you gotta say for yourself, mhmm? Nothing! Damn better make myself relevant! Cause it just got personal!  The industry is whack and it ain't gonna change. This ain't a game! You put your life my hands ima help you through it. Keyd Club we gon do it for y'all! We got to much soul to let this genre fall! So much heart to be corrupted even though it calls! And I shed some light from the west to the east. From Long Beach all the way to Miami. All with purpose of stopping a Tsunami!