Alone and cold too old about to unfold been told to be bold my Fortune fortold one day I wil spit gold till then I'm staying on the ground and working on my sound and fucken around till I get caught by the hounds till then just selling these pounds and just make my rounds in this small ass town and stay away from the battleground my home is the underground but I want frowned when life turns me up side down I'm still Waring this crown bitches be in ballgowns while I chill in my nightgown I'm a clown but not one that falls down I'm a joker who knows how to be token and smoking on the green that makes u feel eighteen I awake in the den and here a wicked sounding grin I feel like the tin Man no brain but here we go again need to cut the middlemen and be a conman