many Dream of Cash never counting the days that Seem ta Pass
and yet I'm still trying to explain the attitude I didn't Mean ta Have
my Ego Exploded, the People they Know This, if their Equally Focused
on my mistakes so that's why I don't care if it's Illegal ta Smoke Spliffs
this world Celebrates Death who will be buried in the Grave Next
They Said that it might be me if I continue to Stay Stressed
but I really Don't Care, I'll be rapping to my lungs have No Air
and I'm getting the kinda Cold Stares that would leave Most Scared
however I'd rather get my Drink On, grab a pen and Ink Songs
bringing some funk back to hip hop like I lit the fuse on a Stink Bomb
I Think Wrong but in the End it's Right when I sit down and Attempt to Write
I'm feeling kinda Tense Tonight, maybe I should once again Befriend the Mic
so I can Work on a Verse and try to put my Hurt in a Hearse
Searching for Words that'll kill it and force it to Slumber in the Earth
with the rest of all the pain I've ever Felt, it can all Dwell in Hell
where it will slowly Melt and Help me to finally find Myself