living life, it's a choice. making a difference in someone else's isn't. watch what you say to, someone today, cuz tomorrow is never promised, so don't throw today away. cause, when it rains, it really pours, government has cash for war, be we can't, feed the poor? I'm rockin this shit out, to make you feel, like damn! that looks easy, maybe I can do it. so you drop a bad-ass beat, and wack some rhymes to it (I'm a nightmare walking) (psychopath talking) (king of my own lil world) ( just a white boy stalking) you need to stop bangin under, false pre- tense, cause if it don't make no dollars, it don't make no sense. so you try and you fail. the two things you hate. as your up all night long, pre-paring your "rap game" fate. my life is like a song, a song with no words. I try and make sum sense of it. I realize then. I'm a little disturbed. so think what ya will, call me a loon. but before you go a hatin i KNOW I'm outta tune. But my shits got potential, just don't know how to do it. need some of you boys out there, to help me through it. my mind and my words in my way, an I'm sorry to y'all, if my ameture song is gay. I started at nine, won't get it right till eleven. as I'm reaching the the last step on the stairway to heaven. yeah. know what I'm sayin? the fake ass people, the bitches that be playing? uh. eerit. eerit errit. yeah. thank you all. for bein real. and listening to my one time rap deal. uh! ok I'm out. if ya like this rap. give me a shout YEAH!.