How much in life is make or break?

That broken feeling tends to fade away

Gets folded up into a paper plane

14th and 1st, dollar slice, paper plate

The future might be made of clay

Everything's on the table under the paperweight

I was pressing my enemies, had to make 'em pay

Then I bricked the finger roll on the break away

The only option is to make a way

Never hate the human, hate the state of play

Some success is an illusion, pure pay to play

I'm on Bergen and Flatbush by the bagel place

What if I disappeared like David Blaine?

What if I'm zeroes and ones in some database?

Never sip the Kool-Aid, skip the haterade

My next shit is my best shit I've made to date

I'm still here; I'm still hackin' away

Excavating in the back of the brain

Just another rat in a maze

Who thinks he has something to say

Big chunk, two big chunks

Made some pretty good progress

With any luck, we'll be able to get more of this out of the way

But the problem with it is there's so much dirt and rock and sand embedded in there

You can't really clean it out, I tried

Tried again but it doesn't want to come out