I Hip Hop it and my script is adopted under a system
Of thunder rhythm called rap, so I blunder wisdom
Over microphone and be a soldier psycho at home criticism
Slaps my face and trap my pace so it’s a crap race to success //
My life would be strange forever
If I hadn’t changed for the better
Got with friends and rearranged my clever
Plan instead of partying I’m reading
bodying and needing facts head bleeding
for knowledge