Verse 1/
I've been nonchalantly walkin up the block and talkin
kicking dumb freestyles from beats bumpin in my walkman
Often, I'm lost in a hazy maze and rainy days
and the pain from the confrontin of floodin complacent face
And I front like my story is gory and I'm growing up to be
a warrior kicking down doors when I'm forty
Lamenting and regrets is in my head, I'm storin' em
It seems my house of cards came equiped with mortgages
Sometimes, I'm uptight and other times, I love life
and combine those two and thats what I show you
I write down what I go through in rhymes
How I try to touch the sky by climbin strands of sunshine
Theres so much on my mind but I'm always makin room
A picture of my life, I break it from the frame and zoom
I'm payin dues and makin due with what I came to do
But some situations are too ugly for us to face the truth
I guess thats why the plastics in the palet
The botox, the cologen and the breast enhancements
Movin to the melody of low self esteem
We're held beneathe the surface of imperfect and melted dreams
I seldom speak a word or phrase that I don't mean
though I may grow to regret it, but whatever, homie
It seems I'm too braggodocious to be a poet
and too soft to be a rapper from the east coast and
not a suitable answer to my moms prayers
Riddled with question marks, I swear to God, wait a
hot minute, and I'ma make something of myself
Give all of yall a little bit of my hell
hook/
All I wanted was to give food for thought on instrumentals
For those not satified with swallowin pride or chewin pencils
I spit, hoch and I talk, more often than not
My life's a walk in the park in new york when its dark
