[Verse 1] These raindrops keep falling on my head I could let 'em soak me but I tilt my head instead And take a sip - embrace it As if it were my life's reins Refuse to live a lifestyle of many that's mundane Nine-to-five, lack of drive - with my hands tied No money for vacation - just enough to get by Scratching and surviving, trying to afloat Among the flood of MCs in hightide on my coast A lot of goons and buffoons haunting the scene like ghosts With braggadocio flows, no-name lames got it backwards Like Emanon - more than you know Making it rain up in the club Nothing to grow, nothing to show Ironic how thinking green's polluting things It feels like a lucid dream - how I crept on the scene Not really being seen, but heard My rhetoric, my words - so bittersweet - The Verve