Who am I?\ a man in a world alone\ I speak truth till im in da dirt under a tombstone\ ya gonna remember my music\ my flow and it fluent movement\ brought you closer to truest\ I knew it\ cuz you felt it wen I spewed it\ and I am often controversial and disputed\ wen I was angry or happy you knew it\ you felt in your bones like you 80 yrs old\ my music is hot when my heart is cold\ yo I be on some mood drops\ eye drops to tears and chains to hold me back from jumping roof tops\ cant die im too hot\ yo how many times I gotta tell you my story\ thing is it wsnt a story\ rated r blood violence and gory\ real till the hood lifts, violins, and glory\ yo im only 18 and I been there and done that\ I got the wisdom tucked under my skull cap\ scars to prove my life everytime I take off my throwback\ and you aint real if you ask wats that?\ should a man not cry?\ should a women not fall?\ cuz he had a bad day and drags her on the floor\ ma you don’t have to deal wit that\ would you rather have a man who aint by your side?\ or a man who always down and take you for the ride\ yo I be doing shit you wont believe\ like im cristopher reeves\ doing a back stroke\ and climbing trees\ or am I like the fall shaking trees and stacking leaves\ yo when I spit the paralyze feel it and blind men see\ so please inhale my music so its easier to breathe\
