Yea, check it. I'm a real dude with real problems real issues. I live life just like you do.I eat food, stayed up late nights grindin to the tissue, grandpa gone but God is stillWith you. I guess death is just another form of rest but, nonetheless I ain't in no rushTo be another body layin on the corners desk I'm fresh to death. Well I ain't really trynaBe that fresh. On this rap tip, he clips you next. So you on deck? Be calm. Yo, howAm I supposed to be calm when I'm, tired of being on deck like Tony Hawk and I grindThe same so ^!$$%s is all talk. I feel like I'm gettin strangled by angel halos. Ironic, IKnow it is, the chronic for older kids. Hooked on phonics, ebonics is for the slowerKids. Time provided I'll show you just what a poet is. I know what it is yo. See I'mAngel hat high while you grade polo. And I still go deeper than most. I kick rhymesWith a steel toe, reason to boast. Keep my head above water man keep it afloat.And if I start sinking I know, I got a couple ^!$$%s with me in my boat. Shoot threeAt my head, homie. Man before it's all said. They gone give you foreign exchangeJust like Fez. No Eric, no Red, no Donna, no Kelso. This ain't that kinda show, so.While you was hanging out, down the street, doin the same old thing that you didLast week. I was off inside the lab offmitting my speech, and all you haters do isSleep, ya'll could rest in peace. Peace.