GREEN

everyday on the highway, trying to make my way, here to get that high pay, trying to make my day, got to mold it out of clay, it's time for my say, im going grey, I standing out, I don't have to shout, metal in my face, I got ink leaking out I'm in route, trying to skip around the doubt, no time to pout, I'm always freaking out from a fucked situation to I'm stuck in position with a fucked occupation leads to desperation about to loose my station heart is racing head is spacing I am casing what I'm facing always chasing dreams hope for better things always loosing steam never a steady stream I'm just trying to keep clean for a better scene not trying to look like a fiend never need to wien I'm all about the green green ln your face like mace how do you like my pace flying like an ace I move with haste every second is a waist trying to keep my place always in a race death is on the chase gotta stop drop and roll I'm always on the go I'm trying to find my flow it's going down a hole it's never going slow I'm feeling really low