Verse 1:
Before I start, I gotta be honest, with a
Promise, to never go back on my promise
My raps no French Opera like William Tell
I give my flow back and let all pride swell
My story reveal a youth treated shrill
How's that feel? Vindication finna be my meal
I'll dig my heel, yet now first, for what it's worth
Being a friendly man ain't a gift, it's my curse
Point blank, I didn't listen to myself
Considered all opinions but my own against my health
So I crawl back to vulnerable times, punishable with a
Fine, this ain't comply with prior vital signs, so I
Recline, shun haters and helpers alike, a personal
Strike, you smack the hand that feeds? (that's trife!)
My new device, set me free, my only plea
Til then, the only voice is internal, just me

Hook:
Set this man free
Cuz the man in the mirror is not the man that I wanna see
Set this man free
Should I let them choose or should I be the one who plots my destiny?
Set this man free
Cuz the man in the mirror is not the man that I wanna see
Set this man free
Should I let them choose or should I be the one who plots my destiny?

Verse 2:
If there's anything I learned from the party crowd
Be proud your daily keep, hang loose and live loud
That mentality, makes you strong short term
But long term, its a germ that confirms a squirm
Better affirm, with extended vision a plan, observe
Your stance, romance your optimum, this the only chance
There's someone in the corner seeking sabotage
Watch your back; they ain't real, they a mirage
Homie, you better scan your environment
If there's some noise in your crew better silence it
I hate fake kids y'all some two faces
Like Samsonite for squirrels, y'all some "nut cases"
But I must face it, the truth
Can't press snooze on responsibility, else loose
The real ruse? I'm not my architect
My destiny's blueprint ain't been bargained yet

Verse 3:
Pete Wurthy stands for kill and survive, robust pride
If they told you I'm a sucker man they musta lied
Don't mean to come off moody and ferocious
Been stoic for so long, so now the kids can know it
Really though? You know a super hero treated like a silly ho?
Feeling like forgone amnesty sittin' on death row?
My steez is like a rejected degree from a scholar
I want to bark on homies but I'm dragged by my collar
Call her back, no caller ID, my identity
Stripped away, along with the cells of my sanity
Fell through calamity, now a Plan B, has me
Sifting through the waves of a lost sea
Can it be? I'm dictated by marionette
I'm willing to bet, my soul gon' see some major regrets
Somehow, I must convince this crowd...
But a low pass filter set to zero hertz my only sound