im not a pro winger however i can bag stuff i act tough even though i dont have a stinger the inner conflict wondered on for days then weeks and years its about time to live life i thundered i was mad i was alive although my life was right i am happy person and i was but deep down i felt drive to survive and find the light to go forward and give my homeboys a high five i stayed consistent to the grind i was strong physically and strong in my mind scientifically im the normal kind i know im a different breed then those sceintists were blind so i find the need to bleed in the scenes behind i didnt actaully looking for my own design i started to define leave said the meloncholy i spoke bye also signed driving down the road of change not switching ways only radio stations if i was in a phase nothing phased me like wraith i didnt haze to chase my dreams ignore the distractions dont get carried away lift weight push past my limits go beyond i had to finish i didnt really care if i was late backtrack to 8 i putting in shifts call back all those people who gave me shit i have a message so listen and sit like a grandma in a chair while you start to knit your not fit your a fat peice of shit so dont talk to me about change because you probably quit