Some days I wanna get up and run-away
Forget this bullshit that has ta lunge-my-way
None today, I’m escaping wit puns-and-sprays
I gotta concentrate; it can’t be done-this-way
I can’t be done,-no-way, I’m not ready ta give up, I’m hung-a-ry
This ain’t stunning-me, gotta air out my laund-a-ry
I’m on my way, no stopping-me, no boundaries
I’d break ‘em all, if I found-a-way, I’m bound–a-stay
I can’t end it all and fall-on-the-rocks and hit my balls this way
I gotta call-the-shots; I’m following my own two tall-white-sox
That’s all-that’s-it, no; I ain’t calling-it-quits; I’m just stalling-and-pissed
No fallen,-no-quits, I’m mauling-these-kids, all-of-these-kids, I’m ready-ta-go
Even though these boulders on my should’s are to heavy-ta-throw
No pauses, lets go, hauling my ass over the lines in the road
I ain’t bawling nor crying, no throwing tantrums,-no
I’m handing-these-flows down, till emcees are standing-on-all-fours
Lying on the floors dropping shit-in-they-draws, I’m hitting-these-chords
No quitting-no-more, just spitting-spray-that-pores out in word forms, I’m gone
Going ta write some new songs, no wrongs can be done
I ain’t born in no Bronx; Windsor’s where I’m from
Land of no ones, no fun, but ‘no giving up’ is the drugs that I’m on
No dying till sons-are-born, never gonna be crunched-and-torn
I’m ready ta run this game and gain the fame that has already gone and got stung-and-warn-out
I’m swarming-out, pouring-out the mouth with words that serve morons-doubt
I’m prepared ta shout “fuck this bout!” Today I’m in, but till tomorrow,-I’m-out