There used to be a groove that we all to had to abide to. The sly few created the hoops that we could slide through. The bar was set pretty high in the sky dude and wed all fly juiced by the style we'd provide you. Do you think I'm bitter? Naw, I don't mind dude, because a heavy hitter knows how to define truth. but twitter got you clever you search to find and find proof. Its only when were gone do we ever really find truth. So I remind you, the choice is always yours, rolies money porsche. girlies on all fours. Blink and you can miss your flight before you seem to soar. You never made enough with life for us to hear your roar. I will never miss the game, I've already scored. But Imma grind for more until the time Im in the floor. Knock knock knockin and there's a rapping at the door. My passion's to create but quote the raven, Nevermore.