I'm no scientist, but i'm a BNA extractor, bandit's narcist anger, and my brain's the reactor, all because I lack the good luck that i'm after. I've been eluded, left with angry confusion, and i come to a conclusion, I can't trust hardly no body, everything I wanted for myself life robbed me. A manic depressant, I hardly know such thing as a blessing. I payed my dues i'm tired of life's hard stressing's, it's about time some good luck is in session.