as of now, i sit back and watch peers live to my expense
this creates a slobbish man, dweels ridin the bench
rivalies with my creator, for not making me sumthin
got me bringin home the bacon, but not cutting the mustard
seems too be young is to cursed, or vica versa
so I write these verses, to live in spur of the moment
most of the time i linger, loiter or litter
fuckin the nine wit fingers, explotin a nigga
exportin honduras cane, i custom cut into wafers
since i deny manual labor, im watched solely by neighbors
wannabe ghandi of my block, legend to live in the streets
dare not say i rap like he... say he like rap like me