okay. so maybe the first one sucked but imma do this again so lets go ha ha i know i aint no rap god im just doing it with what i got im taking a shot to make it to the top trying to find a spot with all the big shots my stomachs in knots like whenever i see the cops cuz I'm nervous as fuck cuz i dont wanna sound like a schmuck or sound too smug cuz im just trying to run this race we call life but im being chased by a guy with knife and im rolling the dice trying to make my rhymes suffice so i can get a slice of the high life I just wanna be good so my raps dont become firewood im just trying to be understood and not get pulled underfoot so that i can say i withstood the test of time on my own dime and make these rhymes not be crimes so i can recline and have a glass of wine with a slice a pie cuz i wanna thrive and put this shit into overdrive so when i arrive yall are gonna need revived cuz i survived and analyzed and revised all my rhymes so many times this shit redefines the borderlines and undermines your rhymes so many times its a fucking crime im not high this is all my own mind i had to grind and retry so i could shine