My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be I'm hopelessly hopeful Inside it feels like I'm stuck here, suspended, at best underwhelming, what's wrong with me? That I'm not stuck here suspended, in a world I pretended was right

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to

Oh, something has disappeared 'Cause I'm all alone Into the great unknown Oh, what am I missing here Come to, the day is new Hit the floor, crack the door And what do I see? Strange kid standing there

Are you havin' any fun? You ain't gonna live forever Have your little fun, son! Have your little fun! Hey fellow with a million smackers And nervous indigestion Rich fellow, eats milk and crackers I'll ask you one question You silly so and so

I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little

They're trying to build a prison Another prison system For you and me I buy my crack, I smack my bitch Right here in Hollywood For you and me to live in Following the rights movements you clamped on with your iron fists Drugs became conveniently

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

Sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a room with soft satin pillows Cracklin' fireplace keeps us warm Whisprin' wind through weepin' willows And sweet Wanomi restin' in my arms In a soft light her eyes are gleamin' Pretty little hand covers Up her mouth

Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your