gota get away..mind got me feeling trapped self imprisonment of a progressive vigilant whos diligent words i speak are significant gota move on no timr to be hesitant a man on a mission eit plenty ambition its ammunition for thr VOCABULARY i speak the position is bleek but i got kerp rollin on nothing so i move on all my hard stares seems to scare everyone around me but wen they broke the hound me for money and anything of value handing me demos telling me u got to play this im the next big thing gotta get awsy where no onr knows my name sick of the fame cant even sit and eat descrete without ppl sll arounf my feet wanting me to sighn thus and that i guess thats the price of fame its just enough to smother this flame lord help get out this game but maybe im in to deep hand full of pills just to get few hours sleep counting money instead if sheep dont even know if i can compete my life feels incomplete trying to move fast feels like im in concrete slo mo moving hearing everything around me its jinda soothing till i hear jay lets get moving we got planes to catch rite then i detatch myself from reality time to perform its my leagality to satisfy my morality yea im full of vanitycant stand to be but it is wut it is blessed to be a whiz with words verbs and nouns doing shows in cities and shanty towns maybe one day everything wil be ok if i hold on gotta stack that papper so i roll on a one man show exets telling me im finna blow ill be big time everything will be mine all i gotta do is sughn that dotted line ..for wut money fame houses cars ill still feel the same so i play these labels like a game gotta keep em tame thats just the price of fame life will never be the same the money goes quick as it came and all those who surrounded and hounded disappear part if the game its sheer clear animosity and possibly the end of the road .i pull my hat down over my eyes walk this loney road for he who tries wipe those lonely eyes youur day will come youll enjoy the fun snd suddenly ur done the next big deal will replace ya maybe make an album to disgrace ya but fuck it all stand tall never fall prepare for the worst you cud be dieing if thirst and nothing you gotta kead ur self to water its a slaughter and its just getting hotter so make yo cash and move around make them chase you down you hold the leverage see how quick you get a bevredge yes men swarm you till the album sales drop znd ur no longer on top better hit that lab make music to drop hoping it dont flop ..repeat till u back on top ..thars my story hope you payed attention with comprehension to avoid the prevention disssention oh i forgot yo mention u gotta strengthen your vanacular make sure its spectacular or they will flip u like a spatula and thats that its next uo to bat so get those pockets fat and catch ghost to the outermost destination by ur own estimation realax like you on vacation till u feel that fire and ur hart stats racin then u start chasin ur hopes and dreams catching small gleams of wut once was this the story of me and my cuz reminisce like everyone does you know its over so lay back and smell the clover find peace and closure grab a pen and pad and start over..tryst in wut i say if u eant to live to fight another day i promise everything gunna be ok