I cant explain it.. I dont have patience the time is outrageous.. I'm a janitor I dont wanna be pushing mops I'm feeling courageous.. I have a dream I was making the money.. With just a push of a button.. But in order for me to get the deal I gotta sacrifice something.. Isn't that something.. Its tougher then what I thought.. What about hard work making something myself would be something you've would've bought.. People would steal and get caught.. Guess that's how they was taught.. No matter what happens to me today today im leaving my mark.. I'm planting my seeds.. Giving them water giving them light.. To remember for the first time in my life damn i did something right.. Let it grow to it's full potential.. As I speak through these instrumentals.. Cause I gotta bring the hype started from the pad using a pen or pencil.. Bend the rules a little.. twist it up like a pretzel.. Now its settled put the thing in the bag that's the pressel.. I'll rap till I die.. I put my soul for dismissal.. But Before I do that let me drop all these missiles.. Boom!