If I put my face in the sky
will I get attention when I die
or a pity cry
cause I never said goodbye
cause everytime I turn around
I face a new catch
a boring hook
a figure layin lookin like he's death
what a mess I must confess
I'm glad I'm not that figure
I am a bull and bigger
hell of a singer
dead ringer of a rapper
singin ryhmes, dodgin flats
dancin, not a tree, swingin fists and leanin back
as a matter of fact
I'm more phat than your track
not a black but I always try to emulate it in raps
it's how I live the dream deeper than it ever seems
cause the greens in my benjamin's
are in the distance of my pendulem
ahem.. can I ask when?
I guess not
is it a future task then?
I'll reach for the top
and hope I don't drop
but for now I guess not

I guess it's not my time
so I'll just go in the corner and just cry

but what's in that corner
affordable relief
a forum place for drugs
and the dodgy end of beef
cause if I choose to sink my teeth
and swallow my own beliefs
my hair won't be so tangled
my feet won't be won't be so mangled
cause I'm not a tiger nor a bengal
I'm dangled and distressed
guessed energy
dismissed my enemies
confessin toward stressin tentencies
feelin' me?
cause what do I got to do to get me to be me
cast a spell to not look like hell?
by mornings when we'll delve
not denigrate
trust me it's not my fate
I'm getting old and gross my younger years are toast
I neither brag nor boast the ghost that I gave up
but the glass is half full in my cup
unartificial, be my official
cause you and me we are judicial
decisions faster than a pistol
never on indecisive
but is a chrisis non exsistant where my life is?
I guess not