Is there a more casual way to say "I don't give a fuck?" since there's no easy button I'm jus' pressing my luck rainclouds everyday can be depressing, it sucks it's like a stamp dipped in shit made it's impression and stuck Mother Earth, what-a-joke, man this world is a bitch when you're the runt of the litter try'n ta get to her tits It's a struggle everyday to not say "fuck it, I quit" and take the hand I use to climb with n' make it into a fist but like a newborn baby Imma find my way out let the light hit my face, then I check the place out learn to crawl with confidence so I'm bound to chase doubt drawing lemon-colored suns - now I'm erasing the clouds Facin' shit, proud - not about to be taken out turning numbers into promises and makin' it count Cause after life is the rebirth and I know what it's worth so if this world acts a bitch you'll see me snatchin' her purse     All I ask is for strength to rise to the task with the wisdom that I'm given from mistakes in the past a chance to live some better days and makin' it last with a spot up on some higher ground from snakes in the grass a house to call a home where no one can take that shit away with an exit in the back in case I need to get away a dream that's crystal clear to get me through the day a new life...reborn from one that's in decay  Wildin with them bars, this boss delivers lightning  Wildin out in bars that lost their liquor license  Wilder than you all, at mid-night y’all kick back I’m a werewolf with my dick like a ship mast Catch wind of pussy I will hit like a bitch slap  Pirate at the helm, slick with no eye patch  That’s the definition of Ruler ship, I set sail  Epic fail, never, I do this shit and inhale  Mentioned in the same breath as the best male… Performers, I ex-hale, it’s on to the next tale  Educate the featherweight dudes that’s street stupid  Taking my time like I’m writing sheet music  Hating on a brother is a such a weak strategy  Cool story, bro…what a Greek tragedy  Tumbleweeds passing me, by when I hear ‘em Those under me just sigh at my appearance  In the bread aisle with that out of bed look  Silent as a dead owl, ya mouth stays put  Me with my head down, walking like I’m THAT shook??  I paint the town red with dogs that never read books  Crazy, I’m plaguing ‘em like the dark ages  But I never rat, I am here to sauté ‘em  Too mature for hoes, even if the broad’s Blasian   Chicks talking ‘bout stars more than Carl Sagan  Attracted to the lights like a buncha moths raised ‘em Looking at them watches with ‘Oh My God’ faces  A big ass is witchcraft, it kidnapped my focus   Burned it at the stake, left my chips half corroded  Riding my broom stick? Nope, that won’t fly here  It’s not like I ball but y’all eye ball my eye wear  And I swear if I fall, it won’t be on def ears  But y’all don’t hear me though…