Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this fuck in roomI'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Where must I go, who must I know
Or am I just another chikent in the bucket
Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little fuck it
Maybe I need a new coutlet, I'm startin to double shit
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
is pity from no one, the life is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
i Hat the verbs and all you see is a blur from this fuckin street