[Verse 1]
As I encrypt, this last and final verse
Before I enter, into that solemn hearse
Please lord, please lord, forgive me
Yall don't know who I am, nothing more than a man
I know my ego's big, but so is my dick
Wait, I don't think I'm doing a good job
Of introducing myself, f** the wealth
I just wanted to be healthy, but as the fame grew
And my name blew, in the wind like snowden
I locked my self in cold cold snow den
Trying to figure out the essense of life
What is the color blue, escaping this planet
Going on the moon, famishing, family, lamenting
The past, I was nothing more than a fame addict
But I really don't think you know me
I was that lone tree, poem zoning
Everyday at lunch, pondering about the fame
Cus I knew I had it in me, new somethings weren't feeling right
As the night fell, and I grew, I soon was quick realize
My name was being pa**ed around, like mary jane
Acting like a f**ing clown, amongst my friends
I sip, on the energy, like zen
I started engraving with the pen
Loving the hoes, and turning yo girls
From tight ends, to wide receievers
Ya see I'm cleaver, huh yeah
So as I leave you with these words to read
And poems to write
Please don't think I was a sacrifice
[Hook]
I know my views have changed [x4]
These are the last words I write in my youth
Shooting stars, falling and crashing
[Verse 2]
The second to last verse
Is for all the fans I never had
Trying to rap like shad
The old prince mad
I'm confused in this rap game of knot fuses
I'm tryin to amuse a spark in my heart
But all I can glaze
Is rappers talking about fame
I mean, yeah, we have the underground
But when can the people hear that sh**
That makes you load a hound into a truck
And let that buckshot into the air
I know im getting kinda lost in my thoughts
Back to the subject at hand, let me share
These confessed thoughts of a foursquared forsweare
I swear to god, yall bearly know alix
Ya bearly know yaself so I guess yall should be offended
Offsensive, lets forget this, set it off like an alien
And get blended, with all these stupid a** questions
That come with a little bit of hype
And gripe on that soil pipe
Are we part of the USA anymore?
Yall claim to be patriotic, but you doing nothing
But being so quixotic
Uh, yeah, I'm tryin to spit the truth
But with a aquatic coupe I'm mussled by the youth
Beligerance, ignorance, and ignant plants
Of our soothe
Do we really have a hope?
Do we have a hope
Have a hope
A hope
Hope
Nope
No
Aight..........
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