[Intro: Goulet]
Bong rip, Ting
[Verse 1: Cla**IQ]
It's all black where I'm at
Never been concerned with math, Sitting In the back of the cla**
The one the say, ain't gon' pa**
From day one I was always put last, Overlooked, don't ask
(See i grew up, grew up fast )
Slip on my mask, make my own path, down these windy roads
You know its just the way it goes, wind blows cold
Its darker then a cove in my soul
The holy ghost approached as I blew my smoke
I was gone down slope no-one threw me a rope, I been doin' me, I got faith, I got hope
Just try an cope with imperfections, Keep my Perspective in the right direction
Anything to stop Stressin', Any way but down the minds a weapon
Times counting down You can feel the tension