This is a song about "Compromise of 1850"

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Right flows down and they might go nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Thought this was forever love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Walk blind into a line or fight

Out of mind out of sight

Ships that sail to distant places

The things im most scared of