I sit back and relax blazing roughly an oz a day/ Just to further contemplate and waste the day away/ Theres no point when everyones mentality is all the same/ Fuck bitches, screw over your bro's, make money but I'm not saying names. I mind my business too much to go and play that game/ I wish I wasn't the only one disciplined enough to refrain/ But its another one of those days where I silently contain/ All the bottled up agression that I know will cause me pain. How much does one deal with before he becomes insane/ To figure out how to break off from the shackles and chains/ My one and only goal is to achieve and sustain/ But alot of people I know would rather have me in chains. Slavery of the mind is haters way of creativity/ But I'm pushing past all that with love distributed equally/ If it don't seem like that then ask why I haven't beat your ass evilly/ Because to me thats another trek with a whole new odyssey. My momma told me its not what you do it's who you are/ Some of us unblemished but me I've got alot of scars/ That doesn't mean I'm hard I've just been through alot/ So don't go and administer me inside of your sinister plot. I'm not looking for a kiss or cash, I mean tit for tat/ Nor anyone to kiss my ass, that type of flattery won't even get past/ My inner ear holes, I register information that fast/ And make like Gandolf and tell you to get the fuck back. Your ugly as a momma orc bears a son, thats why mankind is fixing to run/ Because of your blasphemous actions that couldn't ever be undone/ Like a kid kills a bully with a loaded gun, what did you think this was fun/ Now I hope you understand where I'm coming from. I hope I painted the portrait showing you that I ain't dumb/ So if I am then I'm not the one for you or your hun/ Because if I have too I'll conquer just like Attila the Hun/ And do a lot more then just take you for your honey bun.