Its Rainy Its Pourin the old are snoring Gotta find life all on my own,×2 Two times a week, 6 days no sleep, knees as weak as Shadys since a child i was beat became just as crazy, life i traded off for the beat, So synced in so deep, im writers-block, So lets go back to the streets, Crack phenes, drag queens, Bad Things and Mad Greens , Turned up in the City an infidel, beat told not to dream drug on the ground Drugs all around became A Con at 18, Hated Pigs since 6 i was hell cant tell that im not average Im mentally ill I dont like whites and im so Europe , Im just jeepin it real, so sedictive problematic, problem solvin static witha hax and a malet cock back or we can fightIm just keepin it real, Its Rainy Its Pourin the old are snoring Gotta find life all on my own,×2