I got my head all shrouded in a cloud full of doubt
Tried to bow out find a different route
but i came back to the same lab in the house

pen and pad out, write until my lines ran out

But it never did fix a $#&@ing thing

I never did get rich off what I'd bring
To the table, everytime I step to the plate
cookin up a new verse; God bless what I ate


Every
track I made

ever has a little trace
Of the past that I would never have replaced


I wanna quit rap....can I have a bit of space?
I'm so $#&@ing sick of you in my face
every second of the day, you were nothin but a gimmick

every single little minute i'm wishin it could have ended

Fighting sleep while i'm writing rhymes

with a 9 to 5 %#@!, where'd I find the time?
Oh yeah....I remember now just fine
I'd never leave the house writing out those lines


Dedicated as !#@* for lack of a better word
it was NEVER ENOUGH and Then I was sent to the curb

Written verses observing the perfect version
of my thoughts concerning myself as a person



I'm nervous...Feelin like I'm missing in a purpose
hate burns to the surface like a furnace



Learn this...biz isn't all fun & games

really it's all the same as a ball & chain
want it all to change, wit a ballin' chain?
Not a wallet full of "change" like Obamas campaign?


You can HAVE my spot; see if you can do it better
Go and spit bull%#@! for label approval letters

when you get kicked down,
I betcha you'll never get up
and you end up suckin the lead

out the end of your Beretta