[Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire]
Playing B.O.B., waiting for my plane
It's delayed, I'm in disarray, everything in change
Things just ain't the same, I cannot explain
How I came, to this point I'm at, dealing with this game
Even if I put you wouldn't understand
All the pain, that I had to face, every single day
When the problem's you, how do you mistake
You can't runaway, there's nowhere to go
Drunk in my memories...
Things that people say I did, I ain't never say
God damn I'm getting older
Still broke though my money should be longer
I have trouble sleepin' at night
My mind's at war but I feel at peace when I write
And I know that don't sound right
But that's the way it's been all my life
And I wish it wasn't like that
But I feel too bad to fight back
Things that I've been through
Created many roadblocks in my mental
The kinda sh** wasn't in you, was in you
That kinda sh** you don't speak on instrumentals
...shall I continue?