[Hook] I'm impressed, but I ain't talkin' flattered The fatter that I get, the more that sh** don't matter I'm in tatters, both in my mind and all my clothes There's supposed to be a pattern in my flows, so don't ya' know? Just goes to show, it's a difficult process The knowledge of my growth is just exposed to be nonsense The boss says, you can pray to keep your strength But the length in which a Goddess would repent don't make a Saint Ain't it great? That they can layeth a faith? And they don't wait for baby's bloomin', they just say it's okay? Go and drown you in some water just to say it's a bathe And paint a perfect picture just to pay for the frame It is a shame, that they don't give the power to you They fool you into paying for the schools and pastor voodoo And the ba*tard who knew all the backward views are bad for you too And the facts are used to shoot and pa** the news that Catholics rule you [Hook] In a time when, my childish thoughts were under-minded and under-appreciated But then I grew up, and knew what to see and hated I'll say it again, I never stated that I would make it (in this life) [Verse 2] Bite down on reality, a salary Is greater for a mayor than a man that paints a gallery The galaxy is mine, but my rhymes are in the gutter Mother took the time to provide and raise the brothers And Dad, I'm glad you're proud, cause when all is said and done You inspire me to make it, and to stay away from d** Even though you wouldn't judge, or likely ever suffer I'd only take a puff of the stuff, but nothing other Enough of the lovey-dovey, it's below me, not above me To shove me outta' the picture is to hug before you numb me And put me outta' the loop, you knew that I'd follow you An "I love you", a hallow root that never follows through A solitude, confined to the space that never ends Escape to Marilyn, share a pen into the late Discussin' amongst another, I wonder enough to love her Discoverin' under months of none, suffering isn't tougher.. [Hook]