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