I didn't know the truth I had to find it myself my demons were on the lose, I had to fight them myself Dear lord, please help me wake me I work a 9 to 5 just to get my cake up and I rap on the side, I still haven't came up I'm losing confidence and truthfully, a little common sense my incompetence won't allow me to concentrate and earn the infamous cash these famous artist gain by being controlled, I did it all on my own at least I hope I can say that phrase when I'm on the road to concerts, going on a tour ripping microphones let my name be known show that I'm no joke Do you copy, capiche? No, ya'll just copy my steez Underestimate my dreams please check my regime I'm a rockstar, and I don't mean that energy drink you gass me up, but my cup ain't got no caffeine waking up your senses like them coffee beans please, a lot of ya'll talk slick I call that vaseline and ya'll don't want no smoke unless we're talking weed ya'll fiends to the trees, rely on the streets screaming, gang, gang,gang, please cut out the scenes sheesh, don't get expose play the proper roll don't be a troll compose yourself don't be afraid to just be you, show yourself