switchin styles tearin my recordz markin my files
tradin spaces from life 2 dreamz and my fantasy
fadin memories of child hood rip'd like seams, end 4gotin like ppl on extasy/
fearin me im like illusions,ghostz stearin me in directions that only im hearin me/
kurupt my life in the past/trashed gone no more of it last man standin in a singlez cast/
un-able 2 take-in ne more shoves-n-pushes/just me-n-i with 2 gloves'n'the bushes/
steroe types goin bizzurk/hurt myself on the job, so my fantasy just fuckz work/
flamerz fly by drugz are bad-4-ya/u left my fantasy but im still glad'4'ya/
fuck non-fiction my new life all make-believe/chorez are gone,dont even have 2 rake-leaves/
my emotions cut up and placed in a blender/cuz fuck it, i throw um up and make them surrender/
happy all the time no more not needed-feelins/yo, no chix with raw nipz from feedin-mysiblin/
crazy mo-fo they call me shrimpy/fuck-dat,im 15 no record no nothin already betta then chingy/
deserve more then wat im recievin/grievin niggaz fuck it, u gonna hate u betta get leavin/
Y-2-K, by-2-day, if u koo come 2 the fantasy room, but if u a herb, dont cumz cuz u way 2 gay/

Chorus*

fuck a chorus this shit fantasized and explain tru/
dreamz hide my feelingz cuz every day a pain re-newz/
hidin from true life is the only way i stay safe/
gotta throw some happy in my life but wen it comes my nutz chafe/(lol)


time travel breakz in mid trip leavin me stranded, like my life i need a cartoon 2 drop the anvel
fantasy's can work but wen i dream, thats the only time i can truly live, cuz im dreamin/
my heart stopz beatin, cuz dreamz be repeating/lifez good then i even stop breathin/
death doesnt solve squat,but happy places can save everything i got/
paralized in memory,friendz and family stop 2 relieve my journey through life/but 4got 2 tell-me/
chasin after thingz only dreamz can make me see/cuz sure im a rapper wannabe, but thats the wrong fantasy/
im a guy im suppoze 2 think dirty/15 pimp'n shit, but i dont want that i wanna family even if it starts a 30/
im white, and proud 2 be, but frown'd apon in this agency cuz i just started writing bitches cant u see/
therez no real rapper in me, u can say i got skillz, and ill believe it but ill repeat it this shits a made up fantasy/
repeats and keepz goin but my life stop short like getin kicked in the groin/
im not endin my career/just stearin my fear in a different direction, like in the clear/

u can read this and not understand im a funny-guy/but truly this a cover up 2 send a message "hunnie Y"
i treated u like it was UR dream come true/but u kicked me away like water on a glue/
^^^^ya that thur was all a mistake/all i can take i gotta wake, no more i can fake its over done 4 heaven sake/

CHORUS 2 END

switchin styles 2 re live fantasy's that i can only make with mind-picture/
turni the lights off, and endin me, cuz all i want is 2 be a rhyme-scripture/
woke up sweaty and drenched/shock'd in light fists clenched/
yo, endin the dreamz sad but true, im either fake or sittin the bench/

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THE RESTRICTED WUN HAS ROZE 2 CONQUER.....AGAIN!


I'M BACK!!!