Last to laugh so
I’m the last one falling inside of my grave
If you were old fashioned you’d call me a knave
Shoot you’d call me a slave
Cause I’ll slave for a good times
Slave for good lines
So I can make some good rhymes
Give me a chance and I’ll save some good minds
That’s how the dreams of the kindhearted they always started
But souls
They don’t remember after he joins the dearly departed
They remember he wasn’t the smartest
He wasn’t the hardest
Painted lyrical pictures but he wasn’t an artist
I can see the future
So why did I start this
Because
I school with the smartest
Grew with the hardest
And right now I’m promoting an artist
I got talent that’s true
And I never ran with a crew
Still I can’t thank me for the things that I do
I was blessed from birth man
Knew my worth and
Call me child of the earth fam[ily]
I come from a land of no man
Just a lady that raised babies
One strong like Conan
He went through depression and pain
Almost drove him insane
Still he was good and kind to everyone
And you’re going to hear it in every song
So any last words
Yes be strong…yes be strong
G.C. 2004?