why did i even come here i got lots to give you took it all yet i live my life doesnt seem kind but with a cloak i hit the bar get back to what i do well scars and marks maybe they missed me i come back they held my seat i sit remenicing take a sip of the tea im pouring once i make sense you'll swear im blessed i'll save you the trip here i am now how'd i fare i okay the question ima dead ingen a firetruck, out of commission i never curse you'll find me, alive but in the dirt i escape, take notes of the good word i escape the clam with a pearl got my whole world riding on my own skill