Again the main source brings pain
As real rap remain
Its hard to contain the plane I'm on
Let me explain
I trained my brain to con-front my demons
Yeah I come front to face facts
If blacken on these heathens becomes mundane
If It's one name
Its one possession
That's 3 fifths of the law
Keep yaw aggression
I gives a f*ck about the Impression I left
So its all right, and your cool
Most likely I'm projecting
No your such a burden and certainly
Not a person that's urban
Your a version of driving drunk off of bourbon
With a pump and a body in the trunk
Hurtin you swervin
And get stopped by a girl cop
And you flirt with perversion
Your situation worsen
You realize your weezy feelin queasy
Nowya heartbroken needing cardioversion
You a joke man
And I hope damn