Artist: James Crawford
Song: Atmosphere
Album: Fugyous Vol One
Year: 2007

Yo man, everything is perception nowadays.  So what you perceive to be the truth might not be the truth for me.
You understand?  That's how I perceive it, that's how you perceive it.  But the catch is if we all see things from
the same kind of paradigm then we're all gonna perceive things the same and we can base truth off that.  It'll be
the ultimate truth.  (Right.)   You understand, cause that's how we all perceive it.  (Yo, I understand what you're 
saying, son.)

I walk the streets with the sun beating down/
Transforming brain storms to force and leave the ground/
Moving at the speed of sound, survey my atmosphere/
Watching the junkies get higher than the stratosphere/
Can you comprehend and understand the real status here?/
Yo, money is God, and we're all trapped in fear/
These mindless monkies like to laugh, clap and cheer/
All the while not knowing what exactly's clear/
Some look to me as the lyrical cavalier/
And instead of books, sometimes I'd rather crack a beer/
And marinate, just chill, quiet and meditate/
Instead of elevating sometimes I'd rather vegetate/
I suppose that's the reason why I have what I got/
Why I am where I am and why I ain't where I'm not/
Yo, I eye my face with both pride and shame/
And do a balance act on what if I die today?/
That's gotta be a nicer way to plot out my escape/
This stressing caused depression and it's spreading like a plague/
Stuck under the clouds looking for the brighter days/
Not to mention answers, until then I hide the pain/
And drive away, watching day to night and night to day/
Observing all the hookers that spend their nights on Sprague/
Stuck in a microwave, getting cooked and going round/
Made a comparison of lives and broke it down/
But hold it now, don't get it confused and twisted/
Cause I can make a buck and not have to lose my britches/
The catch is, the quest is we all holding for lettuce/
Living reckless, lifestyles of the young and restless/
I don't need phat checks or chicks with big breast'es/
Pushing a 470 Lexus, living in excess/
Just wanna show and prove that I'm one of the best yet/
And take my fam away from the ghetto and meth heads/
Narrow-minded conceptions rendered ineffective/
That's why I try to see things from more than one perspective/
Check it, no more drawing lines in the sand/
Now I rise up to stand cause it's time to advance/
And the time is at hand, I'll start right where I land/
Decipher and plan, apply it, or else fry in the pan/
There's too much to interpret from the mind of this man/
But as long as I'm alive I'ma try what I can! (Yeah!)