I want to die deluded, no you don’t You’ve been working so hard on your legacy don’t drown it keep it afloat I said deluded not diluted no allusion I’m not stupid I know what I’m doing... for the most part The voices congregate trying to reach conclusions But results are typically full of scattered thoughts and confusion It’s a daily negotiation Trying to broker self-defeating behaviors that I be chasing I cry and plea vocalizing the silent screams But nothing ever changes, I guess I’ll try to sleep But now the voices run amuck So I fabricate sexual fantasies to shut them up Keep them busy and preoccupied Every woman I’ve ever met I’ve stuck my cock inside Am I alive or dead? It really feels like I’m possessed Get this weight from off my chest perhaps it’s time that I confess A new day has dawned, but it looks the same Steady falling behind the horizon it regurgitates Fumbling through life in a hopeless state Trying to catch break, but all I got’s a broken leg A new day has dawned, but it looks the same Steady falling behind the horizon it regurgitates Fumbling through life in a hopeless state Trying to catch break, but all I got’s a broken leg I’m gonna die deluded No response, my will is weak and almost gone At any moment I could fall, clutch the floor begin to crawl The thrill of life has all been lost, I swear to god holding on It’s just a phase let it pass, oh thank you for coming back I don’t know what I would do without you always helping me navigate with no a map Take a breath, right, baby steps I got to give it some time to settle and then I’ll be sane again I really need to get help So much time inside my head has been decreasing my health But the voices like the company, to them I’m somebody I hate to admit it but often this is just enough for me But you can do better, I know at least that’s what I’m told But I’m losing grip on my hold the back and forth is getting old It’s all consuming, where is the solution? The abyss is infinite and I’m sinking into delusion A new day has dawned, but it looks the same Steady falling behind the horizon it regurgitates Fumbling through life in a hopeless state Trying to catch break, but all I got’s a broken leg A new day has dawned, but it looks the same Steady falling behind the horizon it regurgitates Fumbling through life in a hopeless state Trying to catch break, but all I got’s a broken leg

When the memories emerge, I wish I could laugh Suspended in time, no skin off my back The last man standing, but it’s musical chairs If I’m on my way to hell, I think I’ll take the stairs Climbing to the top just to get to the bottom It’s a long way down no sound from the fallen Can’t stay a float, no strength to keep swimming Half my life in the can and the hand keeps ticking What the fuck’s the point? I don’t really know I’m probably still here cause my energy’s low I got to keep moving, but my mind disagrees I think I’m almost out of options fighting off this disease I’ve tried a lot of things, but the story’s the same It’s getting harder to believe that there’s more to be gained I’m sore and in pain, but it’s just the norm Nobody sees the tears when you’re standing in the storm I should probably start taking some pills Cause I’m at the point of picking up a cranial drill Something’s got to give, I’m running out of patience The future’s looking grim, and I’m not sure I can make it Too much time to think I got a hand on the wheel but not in the driver’s seat At least that’s how it feels, headed for a cliff The brakes don’t work and the locks won’t lift Dipping in and out of traffic, trying to gain control But the car’s fishtailing, I’m beginning to roll Off the side of this mountain, unless I hit a pole But the result’s just the same so it’s negligible Whatever, it’s just another farewell Full of ups and downs like an Escherian Stairwell There is no escape I’m destined for depression but I guess it’s just my fate

Things have settled down, I’m feeling better now I felt so stuck in my head there was no getting out But I made it through, I always do But in the moment I lose focus and I get confused When all the pain emerges I’m looking fine on the surface But underneath I am hurting and feeling so fucking worthless I don’t know how it happens I just know that it’s the way it always has been But I’m doing fine for now, soaking up the light In hopes to stave away the shadows that come for me at night How long will it last? It’s really hard to know I just take what I can get and keep pushing along Things have gotten better, but also gotten worse I improve then I lose this shit must be a curse But for the moment, everything’s OK The demons are at bay, and the sun’s in my face It could happen at any moment, for any reason Triggered by anything and I don’t know how to defeat it I don’t know how to fix it I’ve tried so many things but they’ve only treated the symptoms I’m feeling fine for now But it’s always right behind me, I can see it in the clouds The sun still shines, but the light gets dim There’s no way to run for cover this is up in my head It’s really nothing new Feeling like I live in London December of ’52 I’m getting some help But it’s too early to determine it’s improving my health So I’m holding out hope I think it’s going to be beneficial we’ll see how it goes But for now, I’ll just be happy with today Cause at any moment the demons could break free from their cage

Every damned week, another song How much longer can I continue going on? Forever is the answer, at least until I die I’m a glutton for punishment, masochistic with a mic Nobody gives a fuck, and I don’t really blame them Why should anybody care about my journey chasing greatness? That’s not true, well I’ve got a couple friends Who’ve been there since the beginning and will be there till the end It’s those homies, who really keep me going They give me energy, even if they don’t know it Cause knowing someone cares, is all it really takes I said a handful of friends bitch not you you’re fake So what you bought an album like back in the day Where the fuck you been since man get out my face You were never down, you just were around And weren’t really that it just occurred to me now I don’t claim I’m not delusional, I prob’ly am Plus I’m bitter with the results of the music I release That didn’t rhyme, but who cares nobody listens I’m running out of dues while you struggle to pay attention But what do I expect? A bunch of raving fans, cash money, and tons of sex? Yeah of course, what else would I say? I’m not an idiot, I just look this way Do this and do that you’re bound to blow up Man give me a fucking break I’m about to throw up Everybody’s got advice, they know the secret It worked for so and so, yeah whatever man you can keep it Hard work doesn’t matter, talent don’t mean shit You don’t believe me then listen to the radio get a grip Everything is luck it’s a number’s game But at least I got a full head of hair and lovely face

It’s time to get busy Hopped out the car grab the tools move in quickly Cause we’re literally taking the bank Elite crew, mastermind, nobody’s money is safe Scaled the back wall with a can of liquid styrofoam Sprayed the casing of the alarm, but does the siren blow? No? Proceed to step two Tap electrical power so we can cut through the roof On top of the vault, working careful and cautious Bypassing the alarm connected to the sherif’s office We don’t trip as we’re nearing the goal Dynamite pack it tight watch the ceiling implode Grab the sledge hammer custom fitted with a tip To fit inside deposit boxes hit it open let it rip We got jewelry, stocks, bonds, and checks Jammed the vault from within, then we’re off to the next One for the money, two for the thrill Three to get paid, four for the steal We think quick, act fast, move stealth Cause by the time the smoke clears we’ve made off with your wealth The next step was the armored car facility Tough but to crack but we had the ability We paid the safety inspector for all the intel And met at midnight behind the back stairwell We knew all the camera locations and the schedule When the guards came in for their break it was something special One by one we tied em up at the wrists Blindfold over the eyes then we left em to sit Went to the loading dock to intercept deliveries Surprised three guards that remained with agility We saw the money in cages bagged up Bolt cutter for the lock and now it’s time for the truck Had the U Haul van outside ready to go Only took a few minutes just to load up the dough Found security rooms and grabbed up all of the tapes then we got away clean never leaving a trace One for the money, two for the thrill Three to get paid, four for the steal We think quick, act fast, move stealth Cause by the time the smoke clears we’ve made off with your wealth

I try to go with the grain and swim with current Separating what is important from what is urgent Cause it’s easy to get tossed about By the waves of life, leaving you stranded and feeling lost somehow I need to practice self-constraint But resistance kicks in, there’s going to be hell to pay It’s typical, every day in defensive mode Losing my cool and then explode, but I know I can get it though The only way out is through Today may be a waste but tomorrow’s a new Chance to advance show up and improve And if I don’t succeed try again on round 2 I’m on limited time, one day I will die So I really see no reason not to give it a try Stay present to the moment, focus on the goal and No matter what happens I know I have to keep going Life is pressure so I’m pushing back And every loss has a lesson yeah I’m learning that, we’ve got to face the facts Change is constant from dusk till dawn We’ve got all stand strong and fight on I hope that one day you might hear it, truth before convenience, truth before comfort I hope that I believe it if I see it but I’m unsure Lost in transition, lost in translation The very same condition thats sweeping this whole nation I’m trying to gain position I’m praying for inflation I’m not really saying much because I’m trying to make a statement Now you don’t see me at the club but I don’t see you at the bank Numbers are adding up and I’ve got myself to thank I’m breaking these walls down I’m trying it all now I’m leaving them sprawled out I fear no fallout, I can’t stand waiting no hesitation Procrastination is something that really does try my patience I’m doing my best to make it this world is for the taking Shaking shit loose and blending it into a new creation Using imagination, like I’m naming constellations I’m writing my own proclamations Life is pressure so I’m pushing back And every loss has a lesson yeah I’m learning that, we’ve got to face the facts Change is constant from dusk till dawn We’ve got all stand strong and fight on

Look how we do You come alone while we come with a crew It’s like that, don’t even pipe back I wouldn’t recommend you try to fight back You lost game over We shut it down and we’re taken it over We got it locked and we’re taken the keys You seem to suffer from a complaining disease Stay on the move Cat got your tongue can’t talk or chew Faking the funk never keeping it real Why you got to be the loudest squeak in the wheel No skill no talent Cliche as fuck imitating the whack shit Take my advice Do us a favor stay away from the mic Vibes high, when I walk on the sky Ain’t no telling when I’m feeling the flight Mind get right till I’m blind from site Third eye so bright that I shine like lights In a search in a sea for a treasure for free Ain’t no riches bringing pleasure to me Weather or not we are better 2B 1A or A1 no sweating the beef Listen my decision is to boss the move Walk it like I talk it like I lost the groove In an ocean of lies first prize is truth Meditate for better days all eyes on you Hootie hoo, Outkast in the game of life Roll it up toke it up ain’t the same as pipes Lame advice in this brain of mine Two times brain of mine like the same old rhyme

I’m so damn bored With the music I’m not sure that I can do it anymore Well I know that I can do it It’s a matter of desire and I’m tired nothing’s new it’s The same damned beat, C, D flat, and F The Danny Elfman of Hip Hop strikes again I’m trying to branch out, going out on a limb Producing other genres but it does not hit I’ve taken master classes by some of the greats Got inspired but the beats are still sounding the same What the hell’s my problem, I just can’t shake it I’m about to Bruce Lee my whole production station I’m aggravated, annoyed, agitated Pissed off, unamused, and mad frustrated When I open my DAW, I start to feel itchy All the sounds suck and I can’t stop making A really big deal out of this whole entire thing You can accomplish what you want if you only believe Yeah whatever, I’m growing more convinced That the only real secret is no secret exists I’ve done all the math, I’ve read all the books And for a second I even started doubting my good looks Shame, never question your gorgeous face That’s your money maker bro, plus it’s your saving grace Yeah you’re right, never settle for lesser So I’m going to give it my best average effort I’ll keep plugging away Because something’s got to give or get given away I can’t stop, won’t stop rocking away I should put down the mic, but not today

Something’s got to change, a shift needs to happen Creativity is low and I’m really bored of rapping I can’t sing, well of course I’m capable But it sounds like wind out the other end of my anal hole I wish I could just stop and quit But I’ve come too far to go back, plus I’m obstinate I used to be on fire now I burn slow Welcome to the weekly entry of my music journal This week, is the same as last I’ve hit a road block and it’s making me mad I’ve tried to switch it up with little to no success Perhaps I need to call it quits it’s time to give it a rest But I can’t, didn’t you hear I said I’m obstinate? I’m headed for year three, and yes I will accomplish it So stick with me as the saga unfolds And you can call me butter, cause I’m on a roll Thing’s been going well That’s why you haven’t heard complaints about my mental health Sometimes I wonder Why be happy if it means the art may have to suffer? That’s a song in itself The art can take a hit, I don’t often feel well I’m just riding the waves Floating through an ocean of emotional change Let’s bring it back to the music One thing I don’t release every week are some weak excuses I’ll even finish songs a head of schedule Cause I’m out of town and won’t be around to release the next few So shut up I don’t want to hear your bitching You’re waiting to get started, hell I’m waiting to get finished I’ve made a goal and I’ll commit And I won’t stop till Gary Vee acknowledges this shit

I’ve got food in my stomach, clothes on my back A roof over my head, what more could I ask? My friends are pretty cool, my family is tight I’m my own boss, and every week I get to write I make my own agenda, it’s pretty great Sometimes I sleep in, and start the day late I eat a balanced breakfast of avocado toast With an iced tea and berries cause I live on the West Coast I’m up in NorCal now, run amuck It’s not SoCal, but hey the parking doesn’t suck! And that’s amazing, I was going insane Every night nearly parking my car a half mile away But life is good, I’m feeling really well Started getting therapy, and that’s been a big help My head’s above water, and I feel like I can breathe So I got to make a song expressing positivity I’m feeling blessed Like I’m sitting on top of a treasure chest I’ve got a lot of gold stored within I’m feeling really fortunate We’re here for a moment, then we’re not So it helps to be thankful for all the things that you’ve got I’ve got a good support system Of friends and family who if I need it they will listen Fresh food, fridge is full Clean sheets, bed is comfortable The water runs, plus it’s hot And I’ve got a car to take me to wherever I want How about an internet connection? To access information and to learn lessons That right there is magic alone Plus I can do it anywhere anytime from my phone If it’s cold, I’ll kick on the heat And if it’s too hot I got an awesome AC I can’t forget my comp Cause it’s helped me record a hundred and sixteen songs! I’m feeling blessed Like I’m sitting on top of a treasure chest I’ve got a lot of gold stored within I’m feeling really fortunate

I had a dream last night about a rhyme I spit I woke up in the middle, but it went like this How is it that the source of all pleasure and pain Just happen to be one in the same? A solitary mind game, digging for deeper veins Fearing, but still needing, the change It's always night time in my mind, for better and worse Half moon in the sky, either blessed or I'm cursed Bad as it hurts, bleeding thru the words Another dream quest, obsessed with the absurd The artist will exploit anything But open their veins for the love of being The artist will exploit anyone Including himself, call it well when it’s done Awoke from a simple lie to a complex truth That’s why we gotta stay in the booth Set sail to discover The lost horizon the gods failed to uncover I stood there, caution ignored Then saw myself reappear in an alternate form No keys, just walked in the door Accompanied by thoughts I forgot from before Reminded, I was, relieved of my task No longer submissive to the impulsive grasp The sun danced for an hour or two Until a storm came knocking and devoured the room I swam through the silence no danger appeared But then darkness emerged with a faceless veneer I reached for the moon as it trudged ahead Saw the stars form a message that forewarned and read Reality looms on the edge of belief Pay attention to the shadows when the heavens don’t speak

One day you’re here, the next you are not Once was remembered, but now forgot You left a legacy once upon a time But now your name is meaningless words on a sign Played by the rules, got your award A one way ticket, down to the morgue Life passes by, but death will not ignore you It’ll give you due attention like the rest who came before you Let it be known Not a person here today was here two centuries ago Lights out, a bottomless hole The earth spins and swallows us whole All the blood, sweat, the tears All the fantasies, heartaches, fears You kept score, but at the end of the game No punishment for the pleasure, no reward for your pain You know how it ends, it’s all the same From diapers to depends, cradle to the grave Nothing really matters as much as you think Your shallow problems only go 6ft deep It’s coming for us all, just beyond the wall No dragon glass, no fire balls There’s no point of a plan of attack Cause when death smiles at you, you can only smile back It’s a matter of time So keep your attitude loose no one gets out a live Many have tried, but no one escapes Lunch for the worms, that is your fate Consumed by the earth, withered away Where your hopes and dreams become bitter decay Even if you had some significant fame When the sun explodes no one remembers your name All the blood, sweat, the tears All the fantasies, heartaches, fears The reaper tugs on your sleeve Says the party will continue but you have to leave You know how it ends, it’s all the same From diapers to depends, cradle to the grave Nothing really matters as much as you think Your shallow problems only go 6ft deep

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s negative motherfuckers They always complain and talk about others It’s like they need quit bitching and get a life Instead of causing so much drama it isn’t right And some of these people are so abusive That they’ll write entire songs just nagging all in their music I don’t get it, it’s like who has the time To do something so awful and put it up online It doesn’t make sense, I can’t stand these folks I wish they all would die or fall over and croak Get hit by a car or drive into a wall I’m just super thankful I’m not like them at all Is this where they want to be, when Jesus comes back? Would they kiss their mom with that mouth or even their dad? They’re so sad, pathetic, and mean Why can’t they stop complaining and be more like me? If I hear one more complaint, I’m gonna start to yell Cause these people all around me are toxic as hell All they do is groan, I can’t take this shit I was telling my friend Steve how it makes me sick So me and Steve got together, and made a list Of all the crappy qualities of the people we work with It’s getting long, plus there’s more to add The list is so enraging just saying it makes me mad I can’t think and it keeps me up at night These people are so nasty, bitter, and not nice I guess I have to be the voice of reason They should be more like me, but that’s wishful thinking Is this where they want to be, when Jesus comes back? Would they kiss their mom with that mouth or even their dad? They’re so sad, pathetic, and mean Why can’t they stop complaining and be more like me?

I don’t want to die, but I’m too afraid to live Terrified to make mistakes and take a risk I’d rather make believe, hide and play pretend Ignoring that someday I’ll have to face the end And everybody that I love I’ll have to watch them face it to Witness their decline, nothing I can do Slowly rot away or quickly disappear Is there really any wonder why I sit and live in fear? Every day it gets a little bit closer I can feel it in the morning when my bones hurt I can see it in the mirror when my skin sags The one truth about youth it doesn’t last I thought I’d always be 20 something A decade plus later and I’m wondering what the fuck did I think was going to happen, this is how it works The body runs its course, then gets covered in dirt I don’t want my family to die, I want them to keep living Sometimes at night I cry can’t control my negative visions But that’s reality, I guess the truth hurts That’s not an “old man,” that’s your future I disregarded older people when I was young But now I’m that older person the one to be judged Obsessed with death, I can’t get away Age is nothing more than different rates of decay I look into the mirror, stare at my face Then reflect upon how much my parents have aged Saw a photo of my pops, like who the fuck is that? Vaguely resembling the man that I call my dad? Perhaps I shouldn’t think that or say it out loud But you prob’ly think it too and if you don’t you do now I get depressed and start to spiraling down When I think about the day my parents won’t be around

One moment I’m thankful, the next ungrateful I can’t stop listening if my neighbor is fucking Who’s got the keys? Who’s in the driver’s seat? Cause this ain’t the route I chose to go get me up off this street Driven by impulse, haunted by shame Ear to the wall, in the closet I came Well I tried, but the voices had left So I stood there with my pants down, I must have gone deaf Every night it’s the same routine The noises verberate, I’m imagining things The blood begins to pump, you know the places to check Attentive, focused, but all I hear is my breath Give it a rest, and get back to work No results for over a fucking year So much time just dumped down the drain In pursuit of abnormal behaviors taken over my brain I used to be annoyed when an opening would appear And the passion between two bodies penetrated my ear But then I came to my senses Put the focus up on came, that’s where the emphasis is I would come home at night Dark room, window open, the conditions were right I would go about my business, ear to the wind Fingers crossed, steady listen, hoping to hit But it didn’t, it must be hell I live in Cause I squandered 2 hours on someone else’s television Yes, it’s an addiction This behavior is taking way more than it is giving Yet I give in, I’m too weak to resist I’ve got a little help but the problem persists It’s all good though, I know I can do it I just got to find a reason or pursue a solution

So much can go wrong and it happens so fast One moment it was fine then it all went bad Everything seemed normal, just another day Then your whole world shifted and became a different place The familiar looks strange, what does it mean? Second guessing your perceptions, struggle to believe Nothing makes sense, what the hell do you do? Reality settles in while you sit there confused And the world keeps spinning, no regard for your time You struggle to keep up, and you’re falling behind Praying that it stops, but it won’t even slow Indifferent to your request and dismisses your hope And the world keeps spinning, no regard for your time You struggle to keep up, and you’re falling behind Praying that it stops, but it won’t even slow Indifferent to your request and dismisses your hope Feeling broken yet you can’t catch a break So tired you can’t sleep, thoughts keep you awake The questions keep coming, the answers don’t exist And it wouldn’t change a thing even if they did You’re a prisoner of the mind It’s so hard to move on, don’t know if you’ll survive No one can relate, well maybe just a few But the pain still remains that you have to go through And the world keeps spinning, no regard for your time You struggle to keep up, and you’re falling behind Praying that it stops, but it won’t even slow Indifferent to your request and dismisses your hope And the world keeps spinning, no regard for your time You struggle to keep up, and you’re falling behind Praying that it stops, but it won’t even slow Indifferent to your request and dismisses your hope

Stepped on the scene the let my dick hit the floor Started busting a rhyme like gimme some more I peeped your girl doing a yoga pose Then reached for a Kleenex, so I could blow my nose Royally moving my bowels King sized shit, losing my crown Why suffer in silence when I can do it aloud I’m sure you’d do it too, if you were allowed Man you suck so badly What’s the first rule of Q & A? Don’t ask me Three’s company, two is a crowd Once upon a time I was stupid and proud Stop goofing around I know you got balls, there’re two in your mouth It’s that freak freak party, I’m a see ya later Gonna go stick my dick in the mashed potatoes It’s turtle shells all the way down It’s a banana peel flying at you now Is it the love potion or the way elixir It’s not the size of flick but the motion in the picture Get it together I can’t decide or accept if it’s permissible whether To letter dominate the alphabetter I’m tied up in rulers, I’m bound to measure The amount is overdue A, E, I owe, so let me get back to you It may be a while It took Bannister a year to run a 4 minute mile You follow trends and you still suck You say you’re catching Phil’s, catching Phil’s what? I hate to disagree, and I hope to stop Cause I’m a contrarian, no I’m not

I live my life to serve your needs Don’t ask how I feel, don’t even say please Just expect it, my own life doesn’t matter It’s ok you disrespect it, I like to be neglected My only goal is to fulfill your dreams Cause I have none of my own not to mention I don’t sleep I’d love to but I’m busy with your passion Making sure your vision gets completed in a timely fashion You place a huge value on time When it comes to your own, but not mine I’m just another cog If I’m unavailable you think I’m fucking off God forbid a day is empty With all the peanuts that you’re paying it’s so tempting I’d love for you to book my time So I can keep working to death while I’m still alive We didn’t use the work, fuck you pay me We found someone internal, fuck you pay me We didn’t get the funding, fuck you pay me We canceled the project, fuck you pay me We didn’t use the work, fuck you pay me We’ve brought in someone else, fuck you pay me We think we’ve paid you enough, fuck you pay me We didn’t want it after all, fuck you pay me Oh I can make it happen Just send me– oh you want to send the payment after? See I don’t work that way you want results you got to pay You want it now you got to pay, so move it bitch, andale! And pay a premium, the reason you’re coming to me is cause I’m giving you quality quickly son, I get it done I mean you don’t have to work with me Just know that I’m never motivated when asked to work for free You got a project to shoot I read your email and thought your offer was cute Clearly you don’t know me bro I’m not a college kid who’s working on his portfolio Minimum effort, minimum wage I put my all into a project that’s why I’m getting paid That’s why my shit is top notch and looks amazing Yeah, fuck you pay me We didn’t use the work, fuck you pay me We found someone internal, fuck you pay me We didn’t get the funding, fuck you pay me We canceled the project, fuck you pay me We didn’t use the work, fuck you pay me We’ve brought in someone else, fuck you pay me We think we’ve paid you enough, fuck you pay me We didn’t want it after all, fuck you pay me

Are they devoid of meaning? Are they really? Are you Miriam Webster? Who gave you the dictionary? “Truth doesn’t exist it’s so obvious dude!” Then I’ve got a question, “Is that true?” I keep it rocking like a porch swing, your whole style is boring While I get attention just like an orange tee Yeah, reflect on that You put your album up on USB, eject on that You should give it up With your watered down sound even streaming sites wouldn’t pick it up I’m not mad just spiteful Your album was so trash it couldn’t even be recycled A battle rap event? What a bunch of bull They can’t organize, so dysfunctional If you mess with me, I swear you’ll regret it I’ll toss your fucking dog across the yard and make you go fetch it Too many chiefs, not enough of something else Your good intentions don’t really do anything to fucking help And what the hell do you know? You’ve been sailing out at sea and never stepped off the boat You’ve been selling out I see and yet you ended up broke The devil’s got you by the details and poof up in smoke So what’d it cost? Oh you don’t get laid as much? That’s a fucking loss Yeah I can read your fortune It says your life is full of shit that’s unimportant Who’s at the station? They left the controls Same shit different sound from a decade ago The radio is whack It’s the same 4 songs and they play them back to back I’d rather shit in my mouth Than listen to the garbage that I’m fucking hearing come out

Ring around the rosy I hopped into bed with your sister just get cozy Hey what are you doing!? That’s not your sister That’s a grown man, wrong bed, sorry mister! I said what the heck you doing? I’m doing fine No what the hell you doing are you out of your mind? Yes, yes I am I ran out last night about 2 am You see I couldn’t get to sleep, I don’t freaking care get away from me Just one second the story’s incomplete Alright, so I was lying there Trying to keep my eyes closed cause I was kind of scared I kept having these thoughts of Like, what if something comes out the closet? And tries to eat my face and spit it on my mother Shut the hell up and give me back all the covers So what do you think? Are you scared too? Boy this is the last time I tell you To get the hell away– wait a minute I can explain So like this monster grabs on my leg And tries to pull me under but I kick it in the head Poke it in the eye and do a flip off the bed I ran for the door but more monsters surrounded me That’s it I’m counting to three! One! Hold on I'm almost done I grabbed the door handle– by the way you’re no fun Two! Gosh, are you always this mean? All I want to do is tell you my– wait don’t say three! Two and a half, ok that’s fair Here’s the last detail then I’m out of your hair So– wait are you bald? I’m so sorry that’s my fault I should have been more mindful Three! Now get the hell out of my room! Ok fine! Then that’s where it ends Goodness you act like I can’t take a hint

Whoah, hold up, stop right there I don’t give a fuck I don’t care Keep the drama to yourself I don’t play that game Monopolizing on my time bitch not today You got some good gossip got to tell someone? I can’t help you son I got so many less important things to do Than listen to you moan about the shit they put you through Take action, do something different But for the love of god man please stop bitching Get your ass out the kitchen If you can’t take the heat I’ll repeat please listen Nobody cares that you’re heard Except the other yak-heads waiting their turn So please get away The magic 8 ball says try again different day Bro, it’s time to back off You’re coming at me hard with that verbal jack off You need to show some restraint Pipe the fuck down man own your mistakes I came hear to work not to listen to your nonsense Bullshit gossip that shit is toxic I got my own problems I don’t need yours How the fuck did you sneak through the door? Who let you in? Who do I smack? For doing some dumb ass shit like that Now we’re all fucking sick Cause you had to be running ya lip And for what? To get some attention? To get likes? To get a mention? Here’s my prescription Idle your car in the garage and don’t turn off the engine

They come out the wood work, soap boxers On high with opinions to offer Foaming at the mouth claim you’re holding the facts But what you don’t understand is that nobody asked Man I ain’t got no time for Self-aggrandizement hop off your high horse Come back to earth You’ve been gassed up for too long it has to hurt We know that you’re right We know that you’re cool number one on the mic Opinions and pizza what’s the difference? I ordered a pizza not opinions You’ve closed your mind You’re obsessed with trying to control our lives Pathetic, but go ahead rant on You have to when you don’t have no ground to stand on Soap box preaching, gather ‘round for the sermon Man it’s time for some learning That soap box preaching, and if you’re not observant Then it’s your turn to burn man Soap box preaching, gather ‘round for the sermon It’s time for some learning That soap box preaching, and if you’re not observant Then it’s your turn to burn

Cruising along, taking my time Everybody’s in a hurry but not me cause I’m Coolin’, might hit the swimming pool and Take me a dip and enjoy myself I’m relaxing, no worries no strife Hakuna Matata as I move through life It’s all good, no excuse or complaining The sun is always shinning even when it’s raining Keep your eye on the prize Move towards your goal life is full of surprise S.N. Goenke he makes me laugh An itch arises just to pass I keep moving and grooving along Nodding my head to the beat of the song Cause if sadness befalls you Kick on this track and turn up the volume

Dropped my pants let my dick hit the pavement Then watched it roll around like a pig in a blanket No foot on the break Found the nearest phone booth, and put on a cape See it flapping? I’m important A super hero choking crooks out with his foreskin Wrecking balls, knock them out They all scram when the super cock comes out I be swinging dick on the daily Killing villains with my flesh pistol always spraying The bad guys try to hit me But they don’t know the magenta tip works quickly They run when the cock is deployed Cause they know what happens when my balls drop and destroy Leaving them shocked and confused My dick is slap happy but I’m not as amused The cock cop is on duty, yeah you know it She’s acting suspicious, let’s see if she blows it There’re a lot of dicks new on the beat But they ain’t got the sizzle like I do in my meat Put the coffee down This is my city I’m running this town Little caribou with a loose buckle I’m form fitted, moose knuckle I don’t need a bullet proof vest When my balls are so big that they cover my chest Ready to unlock and unload Cum inside a blanket superman dat ho Blue balls, I’m feeling teste No pity when they say don’t arrest me Gotham knows when I’m flashing my nuts The crime stopping cock tea bagging them up

You picked up the mic and started rapping (rapping) That is something that should not have happened (nope) These rappers telling jokes they have me laughing (haha) Your music belongs inside of a trash bin (yup yup) Yeah, I get hot headed, I cannot let up What a crock set up, how you not fed up? Oh you think that shit is cool, get a thought check up These rappers be retarded from the, neck up Yeah, cliche, duplicate, fake clones No skill, speak with they mouth closed Selling garbage man you calling that a download? Shit weak as fuck even kid knows Used to think that it was just a few rappers Now I see that it be the whole platform It’s designed so you never have to think Convincing you that you really are free Same old shit be playing on the screen Same old shit be in the magazines Everybody copies what’s on the tv A bunch of clones no originality Same old shit be playing on the screen Same old shit be in the magazines Everybody copies what’s on the tv A bunch of clones no originality These rappers always got the same cliches Doing drugs, fucking bitches, and an inked face Ain’t no talent it just be a lot of rhymes fake Flow, sucks, no skill, a big time waste What the fuck was that? Nada, got no time for it Used to write some bad ass lines, now they just snort’em Loss of consciousness, now we just get boredom Tryna alleviate the clich’, this shit sound foreign All the same, rest in peace original Rappers suck cause they replicate the bull Basic emcess seem to be in the control It’s me against the world, that’s how I roll I click on youtube, shit is whack Ain’t nobody skilled who can rap Rappers sound the same singing on the track Plastic all up in my ear, so I pass Same old shit be playing on the screen Same old shit be in the magazines Everybody copies what’s on the tv A bunch of clones no originality Same old shit be playing on the screen Same old shit be in the magazines Everybody copies what’s on the tv A bunch of clones no originality

I be on the grind I never sleep that’s how I live These other rappers faking telling lies on how they live They want to be like everybody else on the TV So they replicate the images they see upon the screen They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it All these rappers looking for the trend to follow next They’re jerking off each other over who can copy best It really makes no sense that I should sit here and complain Cause it’s how it’s always been since the start of the game The audiences love it, what’s that about? It makes me want to vomit all up in my mouth The kids be jocking, thinking it’s dope Just put me out my misery and put one in my dome If the bullet doesn’t kill me though I hope that it does I’m going to suffocate from all the puke stuck in my lungs 40 fucking years I know it can’t stay the same But do we still need rappers putting “lil” in their name? They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it I’m old, I’m bitter, I’m baffled I’m never unamazed by these saturated rappers You got the cars, and the girls in your video Congratulations, you’re unoriginal Did it never occur that you’re same As the last motherfucker who put lil in his name? Who put money in his flows, drugs in his raps The last, four thousand and 7 rappers did that But it doesn’t really matter, no one cares They just that think they’re above the shitty music that they hear So raise your glass for this celebration Of four more decades of replication They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it They copy, they copy, they hella fake’n They copy, they copy, they celebrate it

It’s just a ride, fun for a while It runs its course once there is no trial You can look into the future or stare into the past But you’ll miss out on the present the only moment you have Controlled or free? Locked in a cage, holding the key Defined by what they say you’re supposed to be Lift the window, open the screen It’s your life, do what you want But remember that this ride will come to a stop Fear or love it’s your choice to make Life is measured by the moments you create The ride can be hell or it can be heaven Depending on the color of green in your perception The temptation is felt But courage is easy behind a wall that you’ve built I keep my ears open, hoping to hear The answers, but all I see is smoke and mirrors So I keep looking past Still afraid of the questions I’m told I shouldn’t ask It’s just a ride, fun for a while It runs its course once there is no trial You can look into the future or stare into the past But you’ll miss out on the present the only moment you have It’s just a ride, fun for a while It runs its course once there is no trial You can look into the future or stare into the past But you’ll miss out on the present the only moment you have Covered in shadows as I move through the dark Trying to find my way around this amusement park The ride goes up, down, spinning around Feels like I’m losing as confusion abounds I’m damaged goods, don’t come near Terrified to be naked so I’m cloaked in fear I want to say things you’re not supposed to hear So I bide my time till the coast is clear But that isn’t how it works, not on this planet Considered manipulation to offset the damage But fuck that, that’s how a coward acts Who’s afraid to face the truth and navigate without a map I’ve kept my ears open, sift through the bullshit Broke all the mirrors, what the fuck are you smoking? The proof is in the pudding Cause I’m asking all the questions that they say I shouldn’t It’s just a ride, fun for a while It runs its course once there is no trial You can look into the future or stare into the past But you’ll miss out on the present the only moment you have It’s just a ride, fun for a while It runs its course once there is no trial You can look into the future or stare into the past But you’ll miss out on the present the only moment you have

Are you a pimp? Or you a hoe? Are you a trick? What’s your role? Know the game and you’re bound to Adopt a pimp mentality and see it all around you The pimps are the people who get money from hoes Promising protection from danger and foes They do a lot of work so that the hoe can go earn But they get all the money that she makes in return Hoes sell their body for money that’s why they do it Then come back to the pimp and give all their cash to him They lived a troubled past, it’s a common picture They like the pimp cause he’s a father figure If they had financial sense They could work for themselves, instead of the pimp But they buy flashy things and throw their money away So they need the pimp to feel secure and keep them straight A trick is a man who pays a hoe for sex They support the whole system with the money that’s spent She fucked a thousand dudes but it really changes nothing Cause he needs his ego stroked and is happy to pay money Are you a pimp? Or you a hoe? Are you a trick? What’s your role? Know the game and you’re bound to Adopt a pimp mentality and see it all around you Business owners are the pimps, controlling dividends They recruit the best hoes to sell products and services To be a boss takes a lot of leg work But they’re rolling in the money from employee efforts Cause workers are the hoes getting paid by the pimp To push the businesses products and make the CEO rich In return they get the safety of employment Insurance, benefits, some even enjoy it The customer is a trick Spending their money on tons of worthless shit Pathetic’s what their life is, look at this advertisement For X amount of money you can buy yourself excitement Are you a pimp? Or you a hoe? Are you a trick? What’s your role? Know the game and you’re bound to Adopt a pimp mentality and see it all around you The elites have mega power, and money for days They pimp the politicians and execs in the bank They run the corporations with a hand in their assets And hire the best hoes to influence the masses Prostitutes and politicians The same position, ain’t no difference Taking orders from the pimping elite Otherwise they end up broke living back on the street The poor and middle-class are society’s tricks They buy the politician’s dream the product of pimps Every four years a new story is told But they’re tricked just the same the game never gets old And that’s how it is when you’re dealing with pimps Some of us are hoes, most of us are tricks Spending money we don’t have, on shit we can’t afford Impressing people we don’t like, no wonder we’re poor But that’s how it goes When you’re running barefooted trying to catch the Jones’s It’s your life, choose a position Buy shit, sell tricks, or boss up and pimp it Are you a pimp? Or you a hoe? Are you a trick? What’s your role? Know the game and you’re bound to Adopt a pimp mentality and see it all around you Source: http://rebelliousdevelopment.com/pimp-mentality-how-to-be-a-pimp/ Sample Jay-Z “big pimpin” – BIG “I don’t chase them I replace them” PIMPS The pimps are the men – and sometimes women – who get money from the hoes. They promise protection for the women that hoe for them. And they also sell the hoe a dream. They use their charisma to make the hoe feel good and convince the hoe that they should give all the money to them. The pimp mentality is one that involves persuasion and sometimes manipulation. Pimps have to do the work to manage the hoes, get them set up to work, and deal with their complaints. But in return, they get all the money the hoe brings in. And then the pimp makes the decision on how to pay the hoe. Pimps can treat their hoes good or bad, with respect or disgust. Pimps have an incredible amount of confidence and are never shaken by what a woman does HOES Hoes are the women who prostitute themselves off. They sleep with men for money. Honey for the money. And then they come back to the pimp and give him all of the money. Hoes generally have damaged backgrounds. They tend to lack a father figure or a male role model in their life. Many of them run away from home, have drug problems, or just want strong male direction in their life. They find the pimp mentality very attractive when they run into a man that has this. In fact, they’re willing to give all the money they make to a pimp just to make him happy. Hoes could make lots of money if they had financial sense and worked for themselves. But they usually like to buy flashy things, blow all of their money, and live reckless lives. That’s why they need a pimp to set them straight and make them feel secure. TRICKS Tricks are the ones who pay the hoe for sex. They’re a trick because they’re giving their money for something they shouldn’t be paying for. Yet tricks will happily pay their money to sleep with a hoe who’s fucked 1000’s of dudes just to feel better about themselves. Tricks support the whole system. They buy what the hoe is selling, which is really the pimp’s product. The trick doesn’t take a second to stop and think about the decision he’s making and how dumb of a choice it is. OWNERS The CEO or owners of a business are the boss. They start the company, build it up, and make the money. They’re usually hoes as well, because they have to do the work when they start the company. But as it grows and they have sales, marketing, engineers, and other workers, the owners get to become the pimps of the company. They control how the profits are divided, who gets paid what, who stays, who gets fired, who gets promoted, and who still needs to prove themselves. Owners have a pimp mentality without even realizing it. They try to recruit the best workers (hoes) to their company (team), and get to reap the rewards of their work. It’s not easy being an owner. Just like a pimp, you have to take care of your workers. You need to give them a nice office, benefits, and some time off once in a while. But in return the owners get to become rich off of the workers. WORKERS Workers are the equivalent in the business/working world to hoes. They spend their hours working for the owners. The workers get paid by what the owners choose and help to make the owners rich. Workers may directly sell to customers, work on the product, do marketing, and so on. But all together they work to sell to the customers and make revenue for the business. In return, they are promised safety of employment by the owners, benefits, insurance coverage, and other things that make them feel secure. Many workers had bigger dreams when they were younger, but for whatever reason started to think smaller. Most workers have negative self views, are in debt (student loans, mortgages, cars), and are only a few paychecks away from losing everything. In the world of pimping and hoeing, the worker is the hoe. CUSTOMERS Customers, those who buy the products or services from businesses, are the tricks. They’re tricked into spending their money on a product/service from the workers that goes back to the owners. In real life, customers aren’t always “tricked” in the sense that the product or service is always bad. Sometimes it’s exactly what they wanted. And other times it’s not how it was advertised. But the advertisements on the billboards, from Facebook, and the convincing of the sales rep at the store, are all efforts to make the customer buy. The point here isn’t to always avoid being a customer because that’s close to impossible. But realize that the prestige associated with expensive brands is all game run on you by pimps through their hoes. ELITES Elites are the ultra wealthy and the mega powerful. Again, I’m not even going to say all elites are bad. Humans are naturally corrupt, and a powerful human is bound to be corrupt. There some elites who may try to do good. But the majority battle amongst themselves with competing agendas to control society. Just like pimps are trying to out hustle other pimps and make the most money in their city. Elites have executives from Fortune 500 companies and in the banks that take orders and execute influence for them. They also have politicians they help to put in power in order to carry out their agendas. With the power of giant corporations and charismatic politicians, the elites understand the pimp mentality. They are to get the best hoes to carry out their orders and influence the masses. HIGH-END EXECS & POLITICIANS The high end execs and politicians are the hoes for the elites. They are often put in power by them, and if not, quickly learn that listening to their demands is the quickest way to climb the corporate or political totem poll. These are not the CEO’s or owners os small businesses or ones who own their companies after they’ve grown. Rather these are the CEO’s and other high end execs who are part of publicly traded companies, or companies where they don’t have majority ownership. A small town politician may be legit. But once they start rising up to the higher ranks, they need the blessing of someone with a lot of influence. However, both of of these are the hoes for their pimps. MIDDLE-CLASS & POOR The middle class and poor. This is the vast majority of the population. And middle class is becoming more and more poor, we’ll see the two lines blur. Middle class and poor people are the tricks of the society. They’re buying into the dreams the politicians sell them and buy the products/services the corporations sell them. Every four years they’re told new stories about how things will change and they believe the politicians every time. The problem is they believe the game that’s being run on them and don’t see it for what is is.

What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s Food for thought on the dinner table every evening Can’t keep a hold of my brain Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away Feeling alone and afraid Swimming through an ocean of emotional pain Familiar course, no longer the same Now I’m drifting out to sea where it’s unknown and unsafe The voices in my head keeping talking loud I’m in a thunderstorm of thoughts getting tossed about Trying to stay afloat hoping I don’t drown Cause if I start to sink it’s a long way down Through a sea of mental noises I can’t escape the toxic voices The incessant questions come But the answers are insufficient to shut them up Is this real? Or is it fake? Lost in thoughts pulled under the waves Holding my breath, lungs full of mistakes Gasping to accept all the decisions I’ve made What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s Food for thought on the dinner table every evening Can’t keep a hold of my brain Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s Food for thought on the dinner table every evening Can’t keep a hold of my brain Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away Overanalyzing everything It’s such a vicious cycle getting swept inside these memories Dwelling on the moments Wishing I could keep so I reach out to hold them But they slip through my grasp I can feel myself sinking so I try to relax Raining down thoughts, how long can it last? Don’t know where the fuck I’m headed I’ve gone off of the map I keep thinking I can THINK to calm my mind But I’m paddling and still I fall behind It gets better you just got to give it time Yeah no shit what the fuck you think I’m blind? I just look this way I know it gets better but it don’t feel that way Logic’s no defense trying to cope with the pain And Reason doesn’t stand a chance to what emotions’ll say What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s Food for thought on the dinner table every evening Can’t keep a hold of my brain Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s Food for thought on the dinner table every evening Can’t keep a hold of my brain Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away

Shit’s all the same, but it’s so different I’m taking it day by day moment to moment progressing a little bit Shit’s all the same, but it’s so different I’m taking it day by day moment to moment progressing a little bit The memories flood in the thoughts keep on coming cannot get away from it I need to switch up my direction and really just go ahead and flip the script It can’t go on like this forever I got to keep moving Life has a lot of surprises for me just focus on improving Cherish the past it was full of good laughs and incredible moments The future is bright you can do this all right BD energy flowing It’s all the same, same, is it, is it? Cause shit done changed Sometimes I look up into the mirror and don’t even really recognize my own face Here I go again on my own like I’m Whitesnake, a decade recovery might take But it doesn’t matter cause I’m up for the challenge I’m going to take all the time that I need to get over past it New life in order, float through the day try to stay above water On a quest to rediscover myself taking care of my health and improve on the former Shit’s all the same, but it’s so different I’m taking it day by day moment to moment progressing a little bit Shit’s all the same, but it’s so different I’m taking it day by day moment to moment progressing a little bit The flashbacks hit me, the waterworks coming I try to keep my composure but I am no match for emotion Reliving the past so many memories out of my grasp Any time I go to to bed at night or wake up in the morning the thoughts they be kicking my ass What the fuck happened? Shit’s so different But it’s the same, life I’m living Everything’s fine but it’s not, I’ll get thru it there’s no way I cannot I’ve been on my own before I’m looking to explore all of the options I’ve got Back to the start, but I’m further along, taking life’s lessons and learning them all Trying to walk but first I’m ‘a crawl, pick myself up I’m embracing the fall Soon I’ll be off and I’m running, picking up the pace motivation is coming I got to keep pressing myself to move forward and push thru the struggle I will overcome it

Lying in bed alone Wondering should I get out the house or just stay at home Cause when the darkness appears It’s hard not to choke and get swallowed by fears But I’ve been battling Shining light on the shadows when They emerge with the masochist I have to challenge it Cause if I don’t I’ll get stuck in a loop always asking “if” Sometimes I’m up some times I’m down Most of the time my mind likes to run around I try to keep it at bay But it does whatever it wants to keep me in pain Still the thoughts amass I keep thinking of a future without my past So many things I never said But it’s probly best they were left inside my head It’s been a little while, but I’m still feeling it Emotions out of control, trying to reel them in But there really is no use Cause I can run from the lies but can’t hide from the truth Born on earth, raised in hell It’s so damned easy to hate myself Play the blame game, shame is felt I need to take a moment to break the spell Shit’s so weird Some days I’m feeling fine like I’m in the clear Other days I’m in a daze Still amazed that I’m trapped in a maze Feeling brittle and small Trying to do the math to make sense of it all I can trip into a limitless fall, fall Depending on the memory recalled

The feelings are still real lonely nights at home the emotions spill Got so far yet caught off guard this broken heart seems hard to heal Got to get out the bed, out the house, out my head Out my mind, out of time, slowly draining down the pipe Life is so brittle and short, leaving you wondering if there is more Making you think that you’re making believe and the things that you see are illusions of sorts Confusion galore, window closed so I chose the door Try to make sense of the situation depression has me cornered but that’s just the norm So I walk it out, memories everywhere visions abound I try to escape but I can’t get away it’s so clear to me there is no getting around I cry then I laugh, the weeds have outgrown taken over the grass The things that I know keep on holding me back put a noose on my neck I’m hung up on the past I’m looping again, stuck on thoughts think stupid shit Need no reminder to realize I made mistakes yeah truth’s a bitch Feeling left behind, soon replaced by what’s next in line I guess it’s time, to check my life, and figure out what I’m ‘a do with what’s left of mine I know it gets better, I know the sun’s shining in spite of the weather I don’t need reminding just trust me I’m fine OK maybe I’m not but yo what the fuck ever It’s dark in here, driving fast car starts to veer The voice of reason is hard to hear, but I think I see a little tiny spark appear It’s enough to keep going, enough for me to compete with emotion Enough for me to keep battling back when the madness attacks and I’m so fucking hopeless Filled with regret, unable to cope I can’t deal with this shit Feeling like I’m Maximillian Cohen in the bathroom bout to put a drill to my head Nobody gets it if you say you do then I know that you missed it I don’t need your input what I need from you is to shut the fuck up lend an ear and just listen I’m floating away, the water runs deep I don’t know what to say I guess I’ll keep swimming cause at the end it is a black hole of darkness that swallows this place

I’ve been doing this a while and won’t stop for nothing Going on three years I’m gonna keep trucking I’m hip to the game on top like muffin I play the hand I’m dealt no need for bluffing I putter along Making songs about my life and how something is wrong Doing nothing like a bump on a log You can rain on my parade once my thunder is gone I see a lot of people fronting Faking till they make it trying to short cut it Get off my porch door shutting I don’t got time for your superficial dumb shit Life passes by While I’m busy making plans night after night I would laugh but I have to cry Cause I know no other ways in which to pass the time I lost my blow job, guess I blew it You’re so sensitive yet you can’t feel my music I’m feeling better, a slight improvement This one a week is tortuous, that’s why I do it Life is full of choices So I got a job giving singing lessons to the voiceless You’d really be surprised How much noise you can hear between another person’s eyes I’m just riding a wave Trying to swim towards the future but my life’s in the way Arrived early for a timely delay If you want my whereabouts you can find me in pain You’ll pass by it when you drive me insane Next stop cross the bridge to the island of shame Some are lucky, others have to earn it In the land of the free, home of the permit

We out to make moves crushing fake crews Full of lame fools who never paid dues yo they straight lose We come equip with the skill to kill Lyrically ill for real I woke up this morning, in a whirlwind To find out that every rapper fucked my girlfriend Is it true, I don’t know, I’m thinking probably Cause every song I play I always hear them say it constantly I tried to catch a buzz But the dealer said Hip Hop had bought it all there’s nothing left for us Damn, same song different rapper Nobody bringing original content to the platform what’chu rap for? You got nothing to say Nothing to offer the people that isn’t the same song they heard yesterday Regurgitate shit, clone, copy, all fail The internet is one big diarrhea cocktail These rappers suck utter horse shit And still they get elevated to stardom like a forklift I’m old and bitter but I’m keeping it real Cause I can rap bout shit that isn’t fucking bitches and pills

It’s the new year you got your goals You’re gonna make changes and take control But in a couple weeks you’ll be falling behind And statistics show it’s quitting time Yup, everybody does it They wait the whole year to make a change then give up it’s So common that you could place a bet All the reasons that they needed somehow they forget Progress down the drain This year’s gonna be about the bout the same You had goals, but now you don’t Three week’s gone by and you’ve given up hope This year’s the year, it’s gonna be different At least for a week until you quit again I know you, you got busy Just like last year before you started quitting But this year, it’s different You know like last year before quitting It’s all the same stuff Ra ra ra, then you gave up Your goal’s slipping, as time lapses You had plans, till life happened You’re all about that hustle But when nobody is looking you won’t lift a fucking muscle I don’t really mean to judge I’ve just been around I’ve seen too much It’s always the same, so stupid Starts with cliche quotes and ends with excuses I can’t watch, it’s too painful Your progress is like a dull knife trying to cut tomatoes Call it quits, no take two You’re so far behind Tony Robbins can’t save you But this year’s gonna be different At least for a week until you quit again I know you, you got busy Just like last year before you started quitting But this year, it’s different You know like last year before quitting It’s all the same stuff Ra ra ra, then you gave up

I got so much money In my pockets, good and plenty Going to get me some honeys “No you’re not you’re just bluffing” Dude, leave me alone I’m trying to get busy on the microphone “I know, but I’m keeping it real And the truth doesn’t care about how you feel” Whatever, just go away I got to finish this song and call some babes “Um, no you’re not You’ll finish this song then call your mom” OK, what’s it going to take For you to leave me alone and get out my face? “Leave you alone? No problem I’ll take some of that cash in your pocket” Alright, take two I got so much money in my shoe “In your shoe? Dude that’s gross” Bro, I paid you to leave me a lone “I know, but I’m keeping it real and…” Blah blah blah truth and how you feel Yeah we heard it before, we know how it ends You’re going to tell me that I’m not getting some chics “Well you’re not and you won’t” Dude who are you is this some kind of joke? You’re really getting me pissed I’m the verge of making your face beat up my fist “Umm…” Yeah be quiet The adult is speaking I need me some silence Are you hungry? “Sure I could eat” Great one knuckled sandwich and delivery’s free

Fuck you and your limited beliefs I won’t cater to the bullshit you believe I won’t settle for lesser cause you’re feeling under pressure It’s your problem don’t be making it about me I’m on a path to be socially free You can keep wearing the chains but that shit ain’t for me I won’t be controlled by what I’ve been told I’m gonna make my own way watch the story unfold You followed all the steps, never made a wave Were guaranteed success if you just did what they say So you did but when you got to the end You could feel something missing deep from within You bought somebody else’s plan Followed all their rules, obeyed all their commands Now you’re feeling tricked and frustrated But hey at least you’re normal, congratulations It isn’t your fault What were you supposed to do? That’s what you’re taught But you don’t have to continue, living like that You can make a change today and take your whole life back You can, Buck the system but it won’t be easy So many people bought in yes you’ll be mistreated Ridicule, shame, loads of criticism They don’t want you out of line get back in position It’s all crabs in a bucket If you reach for the top they’ll pull you back down from it If you aim for the moon they’ll pray your rocket ship plummets So your only real choice is to just say fuck it Yeah, push your comfort zone Challenge your beliefs are they even your own? Go against the grain, break up the mold Live your life on your terms, take the controls

The noxious weeds and the busy bugs Will attack your crops and tear the whole thing up Defend your work, protect your time Everyday stand guard at the door of your mind All good will be attacked At least on this planet that’s just a fact Don’t press me for why, it wasn’t up to me Every garden gets invaded no to think so is naive So you must learn to defend it Cause anything of value, must be defended Family, friendship, social, business Put knowledge into action turn it to wisdom An ounce of prevention Is worth a pound of cure and avoids a lot of fixing At all costs you must protect your garden Cause if not they will take everything you’ve started The noxious weeds and the busy bugs Will attack your crops and tear the whole thing up Defend your work, protect your time Everyday stand guard at the door of your mind The noxious weeds and the busy bugs Will attack your crops and tear the whole thing up Defend your work, protect your time Everyday stand guard at the door of your mind Get smart, don’t be dumb You can also be a weed, and you can be a bug Messing up the good that you’ve done for yourself Do some mental house cleaning to correct your health Life is both strychnine and sugar Your mind is the coffee so watch what you put in The sugar doesn’t matter that much Even if your enemy drops in a bunch But if your best friend even by accident Drops in the strychnine there’s no coming back from it You’re a dead man walking So always remember to watch your coffee The noxious weeds and the busy bugs Will attack your crops and tear the whole thing up Defend your work, protect your time Everyday stand guard at the door of your mind The noxious weeds and the busy bugs Will attack your crops and tear the whole thing up Defend your work, protect your time Everyday stand guard at the door of your mind

I swim thru emcees on this rhyming shit I’m a shark boy, you’re a pilot fish You can catch me on a pirate ship Looking for a hook that I could flip I hear a lot of talking fake Flashing their bounty like they robbed a bank It’s all lies we know it’s not the case These peg leg rappers need to walk the plank God damn, what the fuck They won’t sink like a rubber duck They won’t drown, a sad fact They’re so full of shit they float their happy ass back I sound bitter but I promise it’s fun It’s like yo ho ho and a bottle of dumb Too many mean things best not to say So I load them in a canon and bombs away Now holy Moses hold your horses I ain’t fucking with no bull or horse-shit Femi Deacon special forces better call for reinforcements Got a plan, you best abort it call in sick or better forfeit Say corona got you coughing or wind up in a fucking coffin   Ring around the rosy corona’s bound to get us all killed Battle me and win kid that’s nothing but a tall tale A million suckers tried and they died yeah they all failed Buck sent the beat and I ain’t creeping on no egg shells These rappers out got no skills I’m so ill with no chill  They bite rhymes from ghost reels and steal cuts like oat meal I got bars in wholesale like Costco but I don’t sell Out if the price is right then grab on to my coat tails I elevate and propel I’ve never taken no L That’s a double negative maaaaan, yeah bitch but oh well I’m two shakes of a lambs tail from fucking on a bombshell  I don't eat ass but i'll beat her box like Rahzel

Same shit different toilet, how original I grabbed a socket launcher and shot a mistletoe Bike shed effect, turn the heat up No one asked your opinion, we ordered a pizza Everybody needs to chime in Go throw a fucking frisbee, leave me alone in silence I don’t care about your contribution You’re giving me brain smog with your thought pollution So shut the fuck up I don’t want to hear it You don’t need to respond just because you’re near it I know, you know, you’re informed You’re the smartest person in the room, indoors Go away to a place of danger Your unsolicited advice isn’t doing me a favor Nobody cares and nobody asked You’re like a marathon of jokes just a running gag Feeling livid as fuck Slowly processing this adrenaline rush When is it enough? Didn’t you get what you wanted? I’ve concluded this is stupid pick a different topic Or shut your mouth in half Don’t give me more directions till you’ve found a map Nothing is funny, I’m all out of laughs It’s a hairy situation with no shower cap Cooking up thoughts trying to make believe And when I shoot my load yes I aim to please Absent minded, what’d you take a leave? I’d slit my wrist but I don’t want to stain the sheets American problems what a luxury On a horse with no name spreading fuckery What’s the cost of liberation cause nothing’s free? No more food for thought I’ve had e-fucking-nough to eat

What do you do when the shit hits the fan and the TP’s all gone? I guess you say fuck it, pull out a pen and start writing a song I’ve been doing this a while, 26.21 miles Life never ceases to put you on trial so when death blows a kiss I just wink back and smile What else would I do? I just look this way I’m not confused You think it’s a mystery go get a clue, Nature laughs last joke is on you And the earth keeps spinning, it is a dirt clod floating infinite You are a skin bag beholden to physics, there is no time-out the clock keeps on ticking Till the buzzer sounds, take it for real man stop fucking around But don’t take it too seriously cause nobody gets out alive we ain’t making it out And I could complain, but what would that do? Nothing would change I’m just so grateful for all of the way cool shit that has happened to me up to this day I love my parents, especially my mom and dad My sister is cool too and my friends yeah all of them are tight as fuck AF No more wondering now, I am certain I have nothing but doubt Life is a circus, I’m just a clown, they call me a smart ass for dumbing it down Whatever, run away from the pain I’m headed towards pleasure That is my aim I won’t settle for lesser unless of course it’s sitting in the top dresser I’m an info junkie what’s the 411 I’m becoming aroused Straight A student, thirsty for knowledge I told the professor to come in my mouth Yeah I said what I meant, we exist by geologic consent Subject to change without notice if Mother Nature is a b— Wait, why don’t you say it? Is this some stupid superstitious shit? If I could manipulate the world with my words I would have a lot more money and a much bigger dick Ain’t that the truth, abracadabra magic poof Eh nothing happened, wait what happened to it? Oh there he is yeah that’s my dude But I don’t complain, even if I could what would I say? It’s been amazing up to this day it’s a wonderful life I just want to say thanks