Some break bad habits while I break beats Some take caplets, while I take leaps And bounds of sound, some tracks take weeks Before the sound is found, I use them bounce techniques Producing mounds of nouns, verbs, music freaks you'll never see me checking twitter for tweets That shit ain't for me, I'm a rap althelte Vocals well trained, known for their physique word has it, that a spasmatic verb addict blasted acid rhymes in time with no static Ya dicks gone flacid, less than half masted Flabergasted, at the fact of how fast it hit the net for I had to broadcast it In High Def and then podcast- simulcasted I rap it like Brad Pitt does it to act it Its like magic getting live its most tragic That when I hear whack spits, shit gets drastic lyrics get graphic, no fucking theatrics Best believe when I speak , I drop classics Fanatic MCs tough turned to pop --------- Fantastic when I battle, move like nomadic They can't handle tactics I use systematic ways paint a photogrpahic rhyme so dramatic I'm live as it gets, thats it, there you have it

I was feeling shitty inside last weekend, completely lost Of direction seemed my life paths had become crossed So I decided that it would be best to take a walk And see if some fresh air could help gather my thoughts I stepped down Connecticut ended at a small park Walked toward a water fountain in the nightfall dark Sat down on a bench and stared at waterfall art Put my head down in playing my part. A man sat down next to me and stared in silence Coughing several times, leaned back and closed his eyelids Took a deep breath, again he coughed with violence Cleared his throat then looked at me and dropped the science Son you look troubled, I can see it in your eyes People don’t come out here this late without reason I may not have a home but some people have called me wise You look tough outside, but I know your heart is bleedin Let me guess it’s a girl that brings you here Or maybe its your job that’s got you down I’ve seen it a thousand times, that it becomes clear When a young person such as yourself can’t dodge a frown I know what your going through kid Seems like everyone hurts you or worse yet they all could be threats You’re unsatisfied with your position in life And ask yourself constantly what if this is as good as it gets? He said: The choice is yours kid what are you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you, you need to take fucking control of your life. The choice is yours kid what are you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you, you need to take fucking control of your life. I sat there looking at the man with nappy hair His hoody wreaked of trash and his feet were bare I couldn’t believe my ears to what he was saying He summed up in one sentence all shit that was weighing On my chest, it was like he could read my soul I said, Man I’m broken looking to become whole My love life sucks, and my job is a burden If I could get one together, I wouldn’t be so hurtin For a meaning to my life or to feel the joy But before I could finish het cut me off saying “Boy You think your life is that bad Try living with me that shit you speak ain’t that sad open your eyes and see I said ok if you think you’re so good at advice Why the fuck are you at the position you’re in His stare at me was as cold as ice He said “Slim, I don’t know where to begin” I was once like you, young and dumb Taking shit for granted every day of the week Got to the point where I became completely numb Seemed like my life was a big bad luck streak I never got beyond it and now am too old To redeem the life that I once had If I had only had a person like me, truth be told I would have made a change so listen lad You gotta stop moping around this place Go talk to that girl that broke s your heart Tell her that you don’t need her old ass anyway Son This ain’t as good as it gets for you be smart He said: The choice is yours kid what are you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you, you need to take fucking control of your life. The choice is yours kid what are you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you, you need to take fucking control of your life. I sat for a minute with my new found friend And thought all about what he said My life was still beginning not at the end And indeed I was much better off than dead I thanked my new friend and bought him dinner And told him that I would try his technique Then I said goodbye to the homeless man And told him that I’d see him next week to tell him The choice is yours old man what you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you too, you need to take control of your life. The choice is yours old man what are you going do let this shit ruin and then take over your life? As good as it gets, doesn’t have to be true for you too, you need to take control of your life.

With this track, I wanna bring hip-hop back When Bambaataa turned Minimum Wage into rap (boom bap) Charlie Chase, Tony Tone, to AJ Scratch ‘fore Greedy cats made the hop movement whack when it was about music and not the stacks When MPC’s were used rather than Macs The sound was raw, snares had the thwack Kick Drums kicked and drums rolls brought it back In Fact, I feel that was born 10 years too late To fully appreciate, what all these people did They challenged the norm, gave it to heads straight think about it when they first rattled the needle kid So thanks to originators that paved the way Allowing us MC’s to do whatever we like To speak our minds when we got something to say You’re all the main reason that I excel with the mic For those cats out there without a real sound station To nod they head to, respect the foundation Don’t jump on some chumps fake punk dry spit Disc out and into the deck, then you bump my shit Bob ya head raise your hands up, tapping your feat Bang ya head on the wheel, leg slapping the beat Punch your friend in the face, wait I was just kidding this hop-hipping-hip-hop shits got my mind tripping The game is stale today man I got to increase The awareness to the movement I gotta unleash All my passion, mashing tracks, banging out beats If other rappers dats are fat, mine are obese A wizard on the mic when I’m castin a spell When I inhale to spit ill shit you always can tell I got a desire for all elements, I might as well Be married to this rap shit for which I excel

Feel like a slow waltz sped up to a speed that’s it’s a break dance Ya see the Swedish Chef assalting customers with eggplants Sponge Bob Square Pants drowned in trance Bugs Bunny rocking lipstick pimping round with implants Elmo seems sweet at first glance Then you see him beefing wit Oscar the grouch over food stamps In this world, its hard for smurfation advance When Gargalmels got you slaved up in ‘centration camps Smurfette no smurf sex, tighty whitey piss-ants She prefers George ,a curious little Chimpanz The Man In The Yellow Hat gallivants While the monkey gets his in the back of a Sundance MMMASH merges with Black and whites, revamps Betty Boops rack to a set of huge headlamps Richie Rich hangs with all the cartoon tramps While Scrooge McDuck swims in tycoon Finance Saturday morning Lucy, tabs make you see things Your Honey nuts cheerios quickly leads to bee stings The remote contro’s alive as Sweet Pea sings To you and tells you to keep in mind three things First after spinach, see what the weed brings Next, hide the knives, these tabs tend to bleed things Lastly, go to the castle find and plead kings To change the dress code, all cartoon chicks in G-strings Follow those rules…… Rolf bangs on the Keys for the crowd with Dr. Teeth to seize the audiences attention and sway them Janet on bass, lips stretched across her face Zoot blasts the sax, the Electric Mayhem Animal pounds on the drums till his arms are numb Sargent Floyd Pepper keeps it all in check clever Fozzy tries to warm the crowd, gets booed out loud Kermit the frog rocks turtleneck sweater In the back of the stage, scooter instillied with rage As Annie Sue competes wit Piggie for the frog’s attention Bunson And Beaker, try to upgrade the speakers Camilla tries blast Gonzo to the Fourth Dimension Lew Zeland grabs carp and barely misses the mark Of Stalder and Waldorf sitting in the balcony While Lubbock Lou and jugghuggers are drug smugglers Honeydew’s lab bakes him, blazed by the alchemy Saturday morning Lucy, tabs make you see things Your Honey nuts cheerios quickly leads to bee stings The remote contro’s alive as Sweet Pea sings To you and tells you to keep in mind three things First after spinach, see what the weed brings Next, hide the knives, these tabs tend to bleed things Lastly, go to the castle find and plead kings To change the dress code, all cartoon chicks in G-strings Follow those rules…… Pee wee jumps into his play house the Puppet Band goes nuts As he beats off on Chairy to Magic Screen wit no sluts Conky hits the fridge, chills with Food and Cold Cuts Theadore starts tripping out Globey ate his donuts His unfed snack craving causes him a fight with Alvin Simon plots away with Hobbes to murder Dave and Calvin Little did they know the Gummi Bears were on the case Jointly with Scooby as Shaggy flips from pot to freebase Speaking of drugs, should’ve seen when Daffy got his taste Doing Elevator hits with Elmer Fudd to the face Mighty Mouse was caught in a sex scandle a disgrace To Mickey, Jerry and the whole Mice cartoon race For some reason you’ve pissed yogi bear off You start yelling at the tube, trying to scare off Captain cavemen ice grilling, it’s a stare off Its finally noon you fall sleep as the tabs wear off Saturday morning Lucy, tabs make you see things Your Honey nuts cheerios quickly leads to bee stings The remote contro’s alive as Sweet Pea sings To you and tells you to keep in mind three things First after spinach, see what the weed brings Next, hide the knives, these tabs tend to bleed things Lastly, go to the castle find and plead kings To change the dress code, all cartoon chicks in G-strings Follow those rules……

Hi my name is Adam, (Hi Adam) and I’m an alcoholic I’ve been sober for, well, I’m still drunk , from the night before A half empty glass would be analygous and quite symbolic Of how my life is now and how I’m trying to be more It all started when I was 15, school dance with Eric We thought It’d be more fun, by slugging some rum The complexity of how I got hooked is esoteric Simply put it began soon as the booze hit my toungue We took 3 shots to begin and chased it back with some juice We looked round for masking agents and found some gum 15 minutes later I started to feel real loose And all the pains of being teenaged began going numb We headed up to the dance quickly walked right in Was feeling more confident then I had in my life Found a girl the real party was about to begin To cut the sexual tension between us you’d need a knife Took her behind the bleachers, started kissing her neck I’d been eyeing this girl for about 2 years She asked if I had a rubber, I thought what the heck she started kissing me and nibiling the lobes of my ears Now I’ll spare you the details of what happened next Fuck it, I was in heavy rounding third base When a teacher came round the corner looking perplexed I pulled my pants up and sprinted the fuck out of that place Scratches about booze I need AA So now I’m 18, and I’m heading off to college A place where binge drinking is finally accepted Too hungover to make classes to gain the knowledge It would seem that my goals in life were entirely misdirected From what I remember, which at this point ain’t much I spent most of my first year in an alchy daze It seemed I becoming completely out of touch With my goals and my life had become an alchy maze By my third year, I was a functioning alcoholic I could drink all day and night and still do well in class Although everything to me had become melancholic I need to learn the hard way falling flat on my ass So one day I decided I would throw a party Sent out a campus email inviting all my friends Got wasted started hooking up with this Barbie So what happened then, well it all depends Some people say I was kissing her when it happened Others will tell you that I was getting head Either way one thing is clear, when I was tappin I puked all up on her face while we were in the bed. Got a job after college, I was sort of happy To most around me, I seemed to be doing fine But inside, I knew my life was sappy My drinking problem was still always right on time I’d meet a girl, some how I’d fuck it up I say something bad or come on way too strong was as if by 25 I was out of luck I couldn’t quite place but I knew something was wrong At 27 I attended, my first and last meeting Was surrounded by losers with no self control I mean I could tell they were weak right from the first greeting When I saw myself, I felt like I had no soul Was empty inside, apathetic, those around me Didn’t know how bad it was or what to really think Seemed like there were less and less friends to surround me But I didn’t give a shit, I’d just sit back and drink So hear I am today, speaking words of wisdom Proving you can’t teach old dogs new tricks So what if I’ve proven to be a failure of the system I’m waiting for some tonic miracle to get fixed I made a goal, I would try to stop drinking I’d give myself a month, to try to keep on the wagon 3 weeks later, what the fuck was I thinking How else am I suppose to drown out this girls naggin’ She sits across from me, yapping throughout our first date I’ve dated some doozies, but god this chick was dumb Waitress comes to take our order, I think it must have been fate I ordered a salad, and then 5 shots of rum

I took the train from Union Station to China town Walked into the old corner antique shop When it comes to wasting time there’s no finer clown Than me when it comes to buying unique props I saw this ill lamp and asked the owner for the cost He said that it was too special and wasn’t for sale Now I admit when I walked in I was a bit sauced Threw a Benny at him grabbed the piece then bailed Walked home put it on my table and stared at the piece Shit was dusty as hell so I started to rub The base of the lamp kept rubbing and I didn’t cease Till the lamp started rocking and knew what time it was Smoke started bellowing pouring out the top And this chick appeared ina bikni damn she was hot I jumped back from the couch, blunt fell outta my mouth Looked around and wow this mist fell over my house I was speechless, miss bikini blew up my speakers Shredded my Mets hat, and melted my sneakers ground started shaking, thought I had had stroke Minutes passed like hours, head aching but soon she spoke Master I’m here to grant you your every wish Making all your dreams true is my specialty I’m a Jeanie from the bottle, I’m not a witch Master you must now choose your destiny You have three choices to make, please take your time Think about what you want especially You must be very specific with every rhyme In order for me to grant them successfully first Jeanie make me a famous artist on earth In fact make me rich and famous and mad diverse I want Commericals for hot products like Red and Meth And Better yet, make me a dope actor like mos def She blinked (boing sound) suddenly walls were covered with plaques Gold one’s Plat ones, on the floor there were stacks Of fan letters and packs of old 10 inches on wax And closets staked 8 feet high with Jordan throwbacks I reached into my pocket pulled out a big wad of cash I decided might as well hit up the bars to get smashed As I opened my door I could taste the kamikaze Just then I noticed in my yard all the paparrazi Cameras were flashing, mics being shoved in my mouth Guys come on leave me be I just want outta my house For a minute or two but the harder I fought them The more aggressive they acted and darker they got then one dude sucker punched me seemed like it was just for kicks Blood poured out my mouth paps just kept snapping pics They kept surrounding me each one more trying to provoke Me into another star meltdown or TMZ joke I was overwhelmed, I couldn’t move, fell short of breath Full Panic attack engrossed me, making me fear death Jeanie can you hear me, I need to make a revision Maybe being a superstar was a poor decision Master its completely your choice as you wish Making all your dreams true is my specialty Sometimes making the right choice can be a bitch Master you must now choose your destiny You have two choices to make, please take your time Think about what you want especially You must be very specific with every rhyme In order for me to grant them successfully Ok, Jeanie, Fame really was not what I want Surrounded by fools who exploit me and trying to taunt So how about just making me as rich as Bill Gates No fame, just independently wealthy thats all it takes She blinked again, and I was in a castle of gold Butlers and playmate maids, this’ll never get old 80in plasmas in every last room Private chefs cooking my meals, I’m a tycoon Yo Geeves grab the phone call up all of my peeps Tell them I’m throwing a party it will go on for weeks 2 hours later, there was a knock at my front door I went to answer it and was greated by peeps ain’t never seen before Geeves who are these people that are filling my house Dancing and drinking all my liquor, Geeves I want them out He said Master Troy, these are your other rich friends Lawyers, Doctors, agents, and that one well it depends She’s been eyeing you, I think she’s a ball players wife Soon to be divorced, Geeves that ain’t my type Where are my old friends like Clay, phil ,Miles or Steve Master I’m afraid your wealth became out of their league They don’t come by too often I think they feel you have changed I started getting real sad as my butler explained This was not what I wanted yo Jeanie you there I want my last wish now I’ll get it perfect I swear. Master its completely your choice as you wish Making all your dreams true is my specialty Sometimes making the right choice can be a bitch Master you must now choose your destiny You have one more choice to make, please take your time Think about what you want especially You must be very specific with every rhyme In order for me to grant them successfully I want my life like it was before I met you I want my house and girl back, my mind-set too I was happy with the modest life, before I could asker She said Very well, wish granted, goodbye master And there I was, back on my old ass couch with a broken remote in my hand that you have to hold a a perfect angle to change the channel. And my girl bitching at me to water the plants and vacuum

I'm not a gangster and nor will I try to be, At times I sigh, staring at the sky, crosseyed I f I was fake you'dnt have to be blind to see Not only be lying to you, why would I lie to me Look Jack I'm more like Rap's John Cusack I see the people in back like "hold up wait who's that?" Ok, maybe John Cusak is a bit too whack, thanks I'm more bank like Tom Hanks.... (Ooooo snap) Well I guess I kind of look like Chuck from Castaway But I spit more like Muhammad back when he was Cassius Clay My granpaps taught me truth so "thats the way" I spit real stats to ca ts thems just the facts ok? I got into Rap when I was about 10 1990, I first heard Brand Nubian I stole Grand Daddy I U's Smooth Assassin And copped "Let The Rhythm Hit Em" Eric B and Rakim I fell in love with hip-hop, I went back to my house Started writing a rhyme book hid it inside of my couch My moms wouldn't be wid it , man she would flip out If she ever heard that shit coming outta my mouth When Ic e Cube and De La died in '91 I nodded out to that shit everyday on the bus Adam was Breaking Atoms, his Main Source of fun Beatboxing while he organized his friends confusion Kids were into Guns and Roses, I was into Funky Del A full hip-hop Juinkie by the age of 12 The Chronic Bizzaree Ride II displayed on shelf D orginal prophet fore ya played yaself To come clean,was thirteen when I tried to be hood A wanna be gangster, tried as much as I could But I lived in a hick town, and then understood you can't fake thug out in the sticks or the woods 93' I got real, rapped about shit in my life breakups to makeups, relationships, girls and the like Had the foresight to write quite advanced type spite Christ even battled my mom dukes at least once or twice Thats right, my productions always live up to hype And my lyrics can snipe out any rappers that bite Style, words, flows, quickly put haters on ice I'm always pysched, on the mic, that why they say Absense is nice

I think back to the days, I was about 8 Bumping Disney tunes in car decks ,I couldn’t wait For the next score to drop from Buddy Baker I heard Peter Paul and Mary, and I never felt safer Puff the magic dragon, but If I had a Hammer I’d bang out the beats turn the songs into a clamour I mean I couldn’t fall asleep without Ernie and Bert Singing to me while big bird was putting in work Singing the most innocent songs, taught me a lesson Without this basis my lyrics would have no progression Seriously, music is my biggest obsession Its one of the purest forms of human expression Musicians poor their hearts into it, and I’m just like Issac Hayes or Herbie Handcock, or Tina and Ike I bought the soundtracks to cartoons bumped in my deck Simple times as a child, the tracks would reflect The fun times I had , no desire to fret About girl problems or gaining respect I’d sing along with the lyrics or make up my own Blasting the tracks whenever my parents weren’t home I’d dance around to the beats, laid from fraggle rock Even bob my head to theme songs like Alfred Hitchcock Without music, I would be lost, always pissed I’m telling you Adam Troy would ceise to exist Without funk and James brown, I’d never groove Without classical tunes, My pains would never be soothed Without out Jazz from Miles Davis I’d never get Blues Without Folk guitar plucks, I’d never to move Without Soul and Motown I couldn’t stand Without rock and roll, my eyes could never expand Without hip-hop, my entire life would be dammed Without music, I’d be a fucking shell of a man When I was teenaged, I was full of emotion Music kept me balanced, it was a magical potion I remember the days when my heart would get broken I’d go home and blast 80’s tracks, no I’m not jokin I had a wide variety of tapes in my collection From Billie Joel’s Storm Front to Cube’s Lethal Injection ranged from Pearl Jam to P-funk a full box Selection Of James Brown’s Star Time to Pac’s Ressurection the tears would stream down as I looked for direction Wilson Philips Hold on helped me over rejection Even Erik Sermon’s Safe Sex taught me protection At the same time as Marvin Gaye taught me affection Mariah Carey amazed me with her vocal inflection While her VH1 videos gave me erections While my hormones raged, I could see my reflection always with music least from my recollection Without funk and James brown, I’d never groove Without classical tunes, My pains would never be soothed Without out Jazz from Miles Davis I’d never get Blues Without Folk guitar plucks, I’d never to move Without Soul and Motown I couldn’t stand Without rock and roll, my eyes could never expand Without hip-hop, my entire life would be dammed Without music, I’d be a fucking shell of a man So now here I stand, a full grown man producing tracks to get this shit all off of my chest If I’m angry, sad or thrilled, it quickly expands As my own world, and I say fuck all the rest I mean think about it, I would really have gone blind In depression, Beth died, but I passed the test I sat down and wrote the song she left me behind I cried for the chorus, but it got out the stress And think When I had a crush on that girl I was too scared to tell her, so I laid down a beat Wrote a track about how with everything in this World She still could be the best thing to ever happen to me That’s why I try to write songs about my life And hopefully they can even mean something to you So when times get tough and you’re filled with strife I can represent emotions you feel on cue. So it doesn’t matter whether you’re an artist Or if you have no talent and you’re just a fan But if your like me, you’d easily see That without music, You’d also be a shell of a man.

I feel Rotten, sitting at my desk with my pencil jottin Lyrics to express the feelings not to be forgotten You know how its is, the pains the sores They pile on because when it rains it pours Relations closed doors, at work you’ve waged wars And you look around to point blame, but the blame is yours You tried to get ahead of the game, what a shame All those extra hours and still no one knows ya name Standing in the rain, handing out Demos at shows They use them as coasters, that’s just the way that it goes You spend your weekends fine tuning your flows Trying to Work alliteration into your prose I suppose, that’s one way to go, the path I chose Closes down a dark road, no idea where it goes Sometimes life blows, like gods against you plotten For your demise, life’s lows are fuckin rotten You’ve the good guy route, and seen what its all about Nice guys never finish first, but you sit at home and pout You liked this girl, and she liked you too But her current relationship was always her issue She was scared to break it off, while you waited and waited Her feelings faded, instated stagnated feelings being castrated Your boys berated your fixated and frustrated situation located in life as you try to evade it Heart’s gyrated in some sort of stalemated, ill-fated Love life, sensated like your whole souls been negated Hearts been infiltrated, berated, and checkmated Leaving you confused as to how life got so complicated played it back in your head, you hate it, get wasted feeling more sedated with each beer, grief stripping you naked You traded self respect for love, tasted nothing but hatred your view of girls now deviated from the norm , and leaves ya life jaded Family life hasn’t gone the way you hoped that it could Wife might be cheating on you, effecting your livelihood Kids are failing classes more than they pass them You think if they won’t listen, you need to kick they ass then Ever since graduation, you’ve got this stagnation Wife succumbs to temptation and your stuck on probation You’re a middle class caucasion with no steady vocation Agitation peaks so You look to god for your salvation You find comfort in a bottle elation through hyrdration Of rum, vodka, coke you life becomes a mutation Of your worst dreams gone through some ill transformation Your obligation to keep it together lead you to recreational Drugs use then to needle exploration With lady H, as your family’s lost in damnation The equartion solution you look for leads to alienation From your friends, family, and a rotten revelation

They say the best things comes to those who wait Sometimes those who wait, make mistakes Take this love interest I had take shape And how hard some decisions can be to make I met this girl one day increased my heart rate I mean she had me from my goodness to goodness sake I couldn’t stand it, I was lost in her wake It wouldn’t take much more for my heart to break As I learned more about her, it became clear She had a man in her life it was my worst fear I felt defeated filled with this deepseeded Self Loathing, It was painful, my love depleted So I made a decision, keep it on the friend tip And perhaps try and build some sort of friendship We started hanging out more, started to explore What we had in common, she opened the door One night when she told me about her doubts She had with her man, they were on the outs So here’s where my dilemma got really thick So tore up inside it made me sick Now, I really liked this chick, but didn’t want to be A reason for her break-up, to set her free If this was to be, I wanted her to see On her own, that she’s done with him and wanted me In order for me to do exactly that I needed patience, for which I lack I mean everytime I look into those brown eyes My knees buckle, its like her stare can paralyze The sound of her voice only magnifies The dizzy spell overcoming sending me slantwise So the question is where does it all end When the girl of my dreams has a boyfriend She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its bad, but I’m still interested She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its wrong, but I’m still interested So now here I am, trying to do whats right The situation and the girl on my mind all night My mind races, displacing me from my sleep Empty spaces to fill, chasing her as I creep Well creep, that’s how I sometimes feel Going after a taken woman, hoping that she’ll Break it off in the morning, night after we chill Till 2 in the morning, this shits surreal I’m telling you I have standards that I hold to Trying to be free but at the same controlled too I mean I think of how I would react To a guy standing near my girl, trying dettract Her attention away from me from behind my back I mean that dude would be asking for more than a bitch smack He’d get a beatdown, I feel beat, this sit that I’m in Got me feeling like well……where to begin? (Uh I mean) On one hand, I feel like this is just fate On the other hand, I feel this is a mistake I mean its one of the top ten commandments right? 10, Thou shall not covet another man wife That’s laid out pretty clear, my intentions are wrong And past 2 weeks, sexual tensions are strong Part of me thinks I need to just go along With the flow, the other part wants to play her this song And just tell her exactly how I feel Sometimes its best to just get real I drink myself to sleep every night To get my mind off of the girl, this shit’s not right Tequilla clears my mind, Jameson helps me rest And All of my peeps think they seem to know what’s best They keep telling me that I need to make this all end Because the girl that I want to be with, has a boyfriend She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its bad, but I’m still interested She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its wrong, but I’m still interested She went on a trip for 2 weeks, it gave me a chance To try and clear my mind, figure out my plans We stayed in touch and every contact that was sent Made me want to commit sin then worry about repent I’m only human, this seemed to be fate sending Everything I hoped for in a storybook ending I can’t deny my life so far has been rough 2 cheated on me, one girlfriend dead I had enough Of playing the games and the thrill of the chase All I wanted was the true love I could embrace And Settle down with and take on the world together I was always stuck on the hunt of finding forever Everlasting, man maybe I’m blinded This might not be real, damn am I narrowminded I could be making this all up, inside my head Maybe all this girl really wants from me is a friend I can’t tell, I read into every word What did she mean by that sentence, this shit is absurd I’m making myself crazy wondering why I’m stuck with this girl always on my mind wouldn’t you know, I got overzealous I Came on too strong, I acted too jealous Now the girls got all the power, knows all my plays Stopped corresponding, haven’t spoken in days So I guess that’s where I stand now, with no chance To try and redeem myself, attempt to advance But if perchance you see her, you can recant How much I regret my actions and maybe implant The thought that I’m a good guy just made a mistake And sing her these lyrics, so she can intake The fact that I really didn’t plan or intend To go after the girl, with a boyfriend. She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its bad, but I’m still interested She got a boyfriend, and I really can’t do anything about it She got a boyfriend, the girl of my dreams I don’t doubt it She got a boyfriend, Lord why must I be so tested She got a boyfriend, I know its wrong, but I’m still interested

In a dorm room, an insomniac with a bottle Life is awful, can’t sleep with anything lawful Tylonol PM and unisom have betrayed me, last cat I battled fuck he slayed me All I want is to wander off into a dream state Or get so drunk I can’t see straight Instead I take 2 shots and 2 white pills 20 minutes later fighting sleep off, it feels… It feels like……fuck, it feels like I’m so there, ……oh shit The high starts off now gradually making me feel slow Casually walking round how is this real whoa I lost my footing braced myself on my bed Trying to gather myself, spinning inside my head Arms feeling heavy now kinda like they were dead And my mouth tastes metallic is it filled with lead I said man everything things swaying like the ocean My picture seem to move in a circular motion What was I saying? confusion comes and goes The illusion of being at peace asside my flows I suppose I maybe should write down my thoughts If I forget my ideas then least I have jots To read. shit when did my room change Jumping round like low gravity on the moon strange Am I still inside my room or outside in the quad I hear a whisper from the corner who is that? god? God? You got my back? For real? Tell it to me….. I start seeing blue and gray paths streaking and tweaking my vision You think I’m losing it, but hold up and listen I think I may have figured out the meaning to earth We are predestined to become what we are from birth Self worth is faded pattern, etched around souls Of people too pussy to accept glamourless (their) roles The meaning of life to is help those striken with less And show them that this shit life ain’t as good as it gets Hold up wait, God your message ain’t the same As the last time I tripped out, when you first lit the flame Telling me life was all about sex Or when you told me life was money, yo what next? You going to attest to the fact that the bible's text rivals hamaorabi and my savior's funkmaster flex aliens run our lives deep inside their minds like games of chess we're not even real its like some matrix type shit.......

Every Day Starts the same, 8 o'clock I arrise wipe my eyes, getting ready for work preppin my demise put on my black slack, sift through my ties Jump out the door to the train for the job I despise Jump on the packed train surrounded by tools Dressed in suits, readin the paper, I hate these fools For the length of my commute I try to dodge spilled coffee and peoples stray elbows, BITCH GET OFF ME There's a train right behind us, no need to pack And who forgot their right guard this morning, this shit is whack Religion is irrelevent, your stench is lit I'm sure your worship don't ask you to smell like shit I sit or stand there, watching the stations pass (Doors Opening) thank christ! My stop at last Never fails, the seond my feet hit concrete Assholes hand me flyers, now my commute is complete Sorry man, thats messed up but I gots no time 5 blocks to the office, DAMN! its almost 9! Walk up to the office door, fakely greet security Adam Troy, Business Man, Bitch, you heard of me? The Daily Grind, plaging your mind, your in a bind Days are like Dejavu, your life's confined alligned with corporate life, no matter what's assigned your guarenteed to start every morning 2 days behind Try to balance a social life, your job's designed To take up every waking hour, your healths declined! Your idea of having life needs to be refined Sress peaks you lose sleep, the Daily Grind Fire up the PC, 60 email messages 16 voice mails. All forms of doomed presages That the day will suck more life out of mine Need to prepare this presentation, SHIT! I'm out of time Sprint to the Conference room, meeting one of six where idiots sit pondering the story my graph depicts The don't like the facts so of course my hard work sucks! 4th time this week, I'm about to go berzerk, nuts Instead I calming take their "constructive feedback" Dreaming about Rum and a seductive weedsack That will help me forget I'm just a slave Working for these post-premadonnas cradle to the grave Have you ever noticed ties, white and blue shirts They can't take the bad news, sorry the truth hurts Competition's crushing, our revenues are hit Those stock options you hold, they ain't gonna be worth shit Luckily me vested interest is zero This work horse you shit on, is now the hero CEO's are fired, employees screwed remain Its my life at the low end of the food chain The Daily Grind, plaging your mind, your in a bind Days are like Dejavu, your life's confined alligned with corporate life, no matter what's assigned your guarenteed to start every morning 2 days behind Try to balance a social life, your job's designed To take up every waking hour, your healths declined! Your idea of having life needs to be refined Sress peaks you lose sleep, the Daily Grind