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 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose 
 
 M-A-Z-E, my life is 
 
 [Dumbfoundead's Verse]
 Three blind  as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
 Day in and day out, you run into  closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
 What they don't know is that it belongs to a 
  wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
 Carrying their burdens when you  know the person,
 and that is the difference between  pharaoh and a servant.
 I choose to serve no man  serve mankind,
 at  same time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
 You step in it and you  up,
 you  or you grow up, or get locked up.
 The pigs catch  eating donuts.
 But  rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
 How can a prison cell contain this shining bright 
 They  no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
 Break down the walls of the maze and  through the finish line.
 
 Life is  a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.
 
 
 [Myk's Verse]
 It's high definition  and white.
 Is it digital,  wack or tight?
 It's stressful wishing sacrifice,  the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
 East coast ettiquite, west coast 
 Peace we'll never get if shit don't 
 Do you play with the  or go independent?
 Gotta stay  but I'm broke like a peasant.
 Love, sex,  addictions. What's next?
  directions. There's nobody left to follow.
 Wallow in my sorrow for a  tomorrow.
 Life is like a  try to keep track of the days that take us from place to place.
 Awaken and face-to-face.
 Too  choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
 And if you lend a helping hand, then I  follow willingly.
 
 Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the 
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose 
 
 M-A-P T-H-E Soul
 
 [Tablo's Verse]
 Flip through  magazines, cop a swag or lean.
  nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
 Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine  Cuz you wanna fit in...
 and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a 
 Catch-22, catch the flu, 
  any means necessary in this rat's maze.
 It's a black haze  a rainy day puddle...
 life is gonna wet ya, get  in a muzzle.
 A struggle  survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
 Change? You won't even get a quarter 
 It's  murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
 Chill, but still worry...  bug's goin' around.
 Cuz life is like your homie, it's 'holdin'  down'.
 
 
 Life is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through  pages.