I survived a busted condom and swam through a douche And planted myself in fallopian tubes So I exist as the result of a broken Trojan And implosion of a supernova's explosion May tenth, eighty-five, this kid went live For him to arrive somebody must've died Cause that's just life, it's all give and take We're along for the ride til someone hits the breaks At eight years old, my childhood was sold For a calendar and custody along the winding road Told everything'd be all right, and everything was I was lucky enough to be a product of love But it's still fucked up. And every move I moved with em A year later I turned to Buddhism Around that time the Hutus and Tutsis Moved me to action, I found my voice to speak But then my balls dropped and there came a new directive Chased girls at school like an elective Watched religion be a system that increasingly decided It's the fate of other nations be conquered and divided That's when I chose to write these 8's and 16's Manifest dreams I chose to believe Well anyways, the days of high school came and left Like K-Fed's 15 seconds on Brit's breasts I'm clinically insane to the point where they claim That my brain's got the inmates of Bellevue contained My mind's bound to change More often that a senile masochist trying hard to cope with the pain Most days I try to fight my way outta this conundrum ButÉilligitamati non carbarundum Each moment's impermanent so what I gotta do's Stay true to my octagon path and prove Nothing to anyone when I'm done the race is run Against myself and no one else Đ achievements don't rest on a shelf To be honest, I feel half the things I've done Have been as useful as finding shade on the sun When I was young I was aware everything was impermanent Didn't learn to love the moments which made it worse when it Passed by now I decided to fly In the testament to those in the past that died My last night of rest was when I was a fetus And if you understood the kind of dreams I had you would believe this Priorities in life are make music, make love Take slugs out the barrels of loaded guns in slums Still there's a lot of things I'd like to be Momma said I could be anything, turned out that she lied to me Cause I'd be a porn star in a minute And marry Micah Moore but I'm not double digits But I was given another responsibility So when my veins get charged with electricity The pen starts to move, the blood turns to boil When the news shows more poor are stuck under soil Now I think Bush is a Dick, that's true But I don't rap about that to try to impress you I'll never respect you if you do to sound political Which seems to be rap's favorite ritualTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
