I was born in 99
Gods creation, another design
His pens crazy, no straight lines
One way ticket to this world, no fines
As red as dark as red wine
Most this world is mentally blind
The rest, are in a dead state of mind
Don't fall back, incase drop behind
Time still ticking, every event is well timed
The news is just a paper, picturing life, New York Times
But this 15 year old, rhymes from 9 to 9
Living a world that's based on crime
Have a rest on Mount Everest, after the climb
Jack In boxes left to rewind
Uh huh
They say you get what you give, and you give what you get
If that's true then how come I never see any respect
It gets me so upset, brains washed and still left wet
Just another sick puppy being an ill pet
Ash trays left undead, with the bu*t of a cigarette
The pineapple householder was woken up by the sound of a clarinet
Swimming in a ocean full of sweat, fishes that are no threats
But the Feds, chasing after all the teens
No junction to their childhood dreams
An artwork like the emotions on the scream
Static and silent like what's on your screen
Inhaling sewage from drains and the steam
But it seems, that this planets a cherry, topped with cream
A planet that's full of water and 20% full of green
Little boy, little girl, your all kings and queens
Your DNA makes you, from your genes
And your brain, is your machine
I'm selfish, but I don't have stinky hands, I don't sell fish
I'm not a dealer, but if there's fresh kicks on a wire, I will sell them and get rich
If there's a star pa**ing my eyes, I will grant only 1 wish
The red lips of Williamsburg are ripped after they get kissed
Solace on my grief that I can forget but also reminisce
But in the cold winters I stay warm as the snows bliss
I'm still cold in the deepened, but shifting like gliss
Taking some risks cus they the real chances
Adding interest like a workers finances
Looking for this world answers
Better left unanswered, like gangsters
But I handed my planners, backwards
I'm sorry where's my manners?
It's doomsday, full of metal faces
I had mine when I was in the womb
It's a identity not a costume
Like a flower before it has bloomed
My flow crazy it's spinning like a fan in my bedroom
Can't see me, use your cameras zoom
Now let me resume
Where was I? oh the pyramids and tombs
The jars full of broken perfume
It's a day that's always full of gloom
I'm out, cus I'm watching my favourite cartoon