I woke up in this prison called hell
And I have too many stories to tell
I wish I had the time
I wish I had the flow
Because I know I have rhymes
I’m always watching for the bad people
The wolves in sheep’s clothing
Noting
That most of what they say behind my back is contradictory
Excuse what I say
I’m just quoting
“See that dude, wish he would drop on his face.
Why he think he all that?”
I’m only saying what I hear and I heard all that
I only wished you the best
Nothing but good will
You know the rest
Most of the words I used I got them from text
But what I know I lived it
Always willing to learn
So I’m always asking what’s next
When I speak they call me a fool
Thinking I jest
But if you’ve ever met the fool
You know he rises in the East
But he’s the last to set in the West
Life’s an illusion a persuasion at best
I have 21 questions do you know why I stress
About a lot of things I’m touchy “feely”
From the way that I act
If I say I’m serious
You’d be asking me really
I dream about taking from the RICH and giving to the GREEDY
But I’m thinking to high of myself
There’s no one that needs me
If I was paid for every time I was put down
Told I did wrong
I’d be in the sun
Not in the cold making songs
But we have to work in the dark to fully cherish the light
And worst times are coming so we have to learn how to fight
Don’t go against a person who spends night and day rehearsing his moves
He’s not showing off when he tells you’ll lose
He’s a thinker
And he knows that we struggle we hustle
Looking for someone to hug you
But in the end there’s no one to love you
G.C. 2004? [originally written as verse 1 to a song with the same name and has been edited slightly, 2012]