(Talking) Was I like this as a baby? Was I always like this? Is that why there's something wrong with me? I was always like this wasn't I? [Sample/intro] Oh yeah life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone sayin' Oh yeah life goes on Long after the thrill of living is gone they walk on [Verse 1] If it isn't rappin how easy I get distracted The gift is packaged in my lab Drifting is a different practice For those that are living backwards To be moving forward Thinking that is how you get the pa**ion Problem is you're forced to stick with sadness In the madness you feel like a (?) Cause it's always night time I fight my right mind When I write rhymes I'm blinded, cats that like shine, I like wine So I got to be drunk if I think I can possibly flunk With all this cla** how could I be a punk? In school before I was a pot-head, a junkie I was the company of rockers and junkies Went to black schools, cats rob me and jump me Now they a** want a spot in my company And females that hated all plottin' to hump me What you want b? [Hook] So this is what it means to be happy I said this is what it means to be happy What does it mean when you're happy? (I dunno) It just means that you're happy Cheer up, crack a smile or whatever Whenever you feel down or whatever Feel like you did as a child or whatever And think to yourself wow or whatever [Verse 2] Mama made macaroni surprise, Kraft with hot dogs On the loneliest nights, holding me tight Cause she knows that I might, go nuts We were broke but she tried to keep a hold of the lights As long as she could As strong as she was she turned every wrong into good We dreamt of saying so long to the hood And now I write songs for the hood 124th and Broadway Across the street from Grant Fall asleep to damn one train going one way Mad loud train tracks (?) every Sunday No funds make happy days transparent I hope the music makes me a good damn parent Now I can look ahead to such things Next time is the song that better luck brings [Hook] [Verse 3] I think people know I used to be a pessimist A state of mind you'll never get, my thoughts were heaven sent Far fetched like having a black president But not really if the truth is what he ever meant I'm the me from the future I need what you're used to To get better my world is more advanced than the set of The Fifth Element I can't sing but this is relevant Look in the mirror And making the shape of you Whatever you can make it through Get it for the sake of you You know, I mean for real you know You know, I mean for real you know [Hook]