i don't sleep cause the gift don't sleep
if i wasn't ish outta people's mouth i wouldnt hear a peep
maybe I'm arrogant,people call me arrogant
but they would think of themselves highly if they come from where i been
went from standing counts,ramen noodles, and writing poems in my cell.
now i piss people off cause I'm the best in the genre and THE CONFESSIONAL all it does is sell
all i do is support people but the theorist theorize theories of conspiracy and do their best to see me fail
like the woman with the killer lipstick said at the end of part five, "oh well."
you don't know that i grew being called tar baby,ink,blacky,spook, and a black spasm
now the same women love my rhymes and experience ear orgasms.
lot of people say eff GPA,so i send it back at em!
want me to be humble now but i come from humble beginnings.
was alright with my position when Marc wasn't winning.
tell her didnt mean to hurt you but ure paycheck don't help my grind.
just trying to stay ahead and ever again be behind
truth be told, hope the happiness you deserve you soon find.
told the truthful truth that THE CONFESSIONAL HEART OF A MAN is the book cause people who don't know me to hate me
my body of work speaks for itself my confidence makes it easy for even so called friends to berate
all i want is my book reviewed,my book read, my gift acknowledged because that just what's deserved not what's owed me.
was told that i was heartless and selfish, so i guess like yall, she don't know me!!
Lo my heart breaks for the dirge that plays
For insightful words insist in an uncertain ker-plunking ways
Tears shed for the dying cloooob
A mess and some junk
A drink to get drunk
And every-so-often show me some boooo....uh, yeah.