sitting here at Sunday night I can't get you out of my head I'm tired of thinkin bout you so I'll just rap it instead send me your ears I'm about to break it down I'm coming at you live from this itty bitty town looking at this water tower out my kitchen window I just did a wake and bake you know I love my indo lend me your ears I'm about to break it down I'm coming to your live from this itty bitty town Next 2 the state line between Kansas and Nebraska a little bitty town by the name of Mahaska 45 years ago i was conceived right here 9 Months later I made the Front Page first baby of the year but my parents were rebels enticed by the devil broke out all the windows downtown they really took it to another level so back to the first born of the year there was one thing that was clear The county put my dad in jail Then to prison for a couple years Not everyone was happy that they locked him in the slammer i was just a little boy wasnt even out of grammer school when these fools broke all their own rules we suffered so much ridicule people can be so cruel back to my story I'm not seeking Glory you don't have to Adore me please don't ignore me I got a f***** up past I'm not trying to glamorize it I'm trying to get this off my chest go ahead and analyze it my pops was bigger than Al Capone he usually worked alone always in his own zone He had the best fuckin homegrown the local Police wouldnt ignore that he was growing indoor s what the f*** are friends for they need to fuckin end the war on drugs just becuz we are not all thugs some of us are still about love not all of us want to be the plug or end up rolled up in a rug I am the original i am not egotistical like a lava lamp I can be mystical one thing for certain is I am more spiritual than physical pray every day this is critical time to stand up n defend ourselves fuck all this political political bull shit