bein' home ain't workin'...debts and all
if god got a list then he ex'd me off
how extra, 'specially to let me fall
no blessin'? dead me and left me gone
am i p-noid about a life beyond ours?
can't w(h)ine about it like a pinot noir
it's no in between though, eat or starve
they gon' make a monster like c rayz walz
thought about leavin'...to find my wealth
could be i'm prideful and i need help
i sit and think about it like a bright idea
you see it in my style like your eye's on my gear
you don't gotta be blind though you don't see
my eyes say it all but i'm hard to read
still shine, world gon' lust this glare
through the grey skies, son's right there...
-me from a song you'll likely never hear.