frozen between the limits of sane and incapeable
pondering my true reason a' life, and if its savable
but this is my life and i'm gonna live it,
even though nothins exquisite
ya make mad cash or poverty checks?....you're a statistic
although I have more fans than the average man
my tour bus is a raggedy ass ford caravan
and my life.. I swear its damned
right now i'd mug Bugs for 24 carrots man
stuck at home watchin' MTV's Bling Blingers
bumpin' no talent chumps flauntin obscene figures
knowin' I can rock a crowd
....but I can't rock my girls ring finger
meanwhile I dream of Gucci and shit
seein' a bad ass Nubian Bitch
hollerin' out a Benz sayin "dude hes so rich"
but actually tryin' to afford rent though..
I got a show to do..
anyone got 4 bucks on gas for my Ford Tempo?