All i got is a pen-pad-mic and a dream
No conscience-and low self esteem
Don't know who to trust when nothing's what it seems
Expecting change that only wishing wells can bring
But i try to keep an open mind
I'm shy but i chose to express myself through spoken rhymes
Now this soul of mine-has been through a lot
Want to flip the scrip but only if I wrote the plot
To my life story-all the pain and glory
Wondering if all this fame will finally hurt me
And if get it am I really worthy?
As for hip hop I'm already at it's mercy
Makin joints without rollin grass
Fabric of existence has been known to last
I'm driven and I'm still hopin for gas
My head in the clouds
My rainy days-you know they've passed
(Chorusx2)
Can I find my sound and be happy?
Battle Mc's still tryna get at me
Goin through life-will i make it?
Can i finally find myself through greatness
i'll finish up later..it's late as fuck and i got work tomorrow at 8 am..it's 3 am now :(
