[Intro] From the, From the Life of a Good-For-Nothing One time [Verse] Good morning America, when I write I handle bars, uh What a beauty of a metaphor, if you ain't get it then this sh** is never spit for y'all, uh What's poppin' good old Germany, my name is Juju just in case you never heard of me, uh I am disturbent to the ways I speak, yo Create new life like the birds and bees, check it out, uh Let me give you just a brief summary, of what you 'bout to hear on these couple songs of me Main character's a young (?) who wants to be One MC, steady push and forth on his puns and beats Have a second on his life (?) need a bas drum (?) And that's a lifestyle that his father didn't want to see So he said come to me and son just listen consciously Out here in this world there's a bunch of peeps Some will be on their feet working really hard for green And then you have the ones who always sleep and love to dream Which one are you, he asked, and then he told his son to leave Running free, down to see what this world is all about Now go out and earn your stripes like a bumblebee Let me flip the script and tell you that this (?) was me No one there who's funding me, knowing life ain't honeysweet A humble G, but the sum(?) I eat, when I'm just coming clean with somebody and that one is me Picture a little n***a young and free, runnin' down these country streets, nothing but his tongue to speak And in fact, that cat played the trumpet neat Like there's a beat that got him on his knees, ah Learned that happiness don't visit you like company So see, put it right to get growth on your money-tree And mother chose the one that's just another wannabe You guys decide, now let's ride yo Come with me [Outro: sample from (?)]