Im still here learnin and elevatin/
debatin, whether or not im the next satan/
thinkin about all of my deeds and crimes/
but im still spittin rhymes, thinkin of the good times/
when i was a little kid fearful and all/
when id go to the mall, afraid of nothin i stood tall/
but now shits happened and im startin to fall/
hopin the morgue wont need to call, so my parents dont have to walk down that hall/
im sick of changes their fuckin up my life/
i can only hope one day ill have a wife, before i decide to pull out my knife/
im dont only want bad changes, i want good ones too/
i want people to know my name instead of askin who, i want respect even if its from a few/

peace.....