Hackin' Away from HACKINAWAY by NAHreally

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 breakaway.
The only option is to make a way.
Never hate the human hate the state of play.
Some success is illusion—pure pay to play.
I'm on Bergen and Flatbush by that bagel place.
What if I disappeared like David Blaine?
What if I'm 0s and 1s in some database?
Never sip the Kool-Aid, skip the haterade.
My next shit is my best shit that I've made to date.

I'm still here, still hackin' away,
Excavating in the back of the brain.
Just another rat in a maze
Who thinks he has something to say.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jersey City