It seems
Im asleep in my mothers eyes
Geek in some other eyes
Freak to some other guys
Pip-squeak to some tougher guys but I plan to show em wrong
Mapping out the dreams
On my paper that I wrote this on
And I wrote this song, for anyone like me
I made this fucking tape for anybody thats like me
So fight me, either you can love me or hate me
Whatever you think that this tape means,fucker it makes me
-whatever I am
I am whatever I am, I am a considerate man
I am illiterate
If thats what you make me
Thats how you take me
Then thats what I have to be
It seems
I am breathing for at chance at living really
Ridiculous rhythms im giving to you
My head is swimming through the oceans of fate
The waters running low so now the oceans a lake
Its getting fucking hotter, the ocean is rain
Condensation, conversations have opened my brain up
Im open up to the world now
From mopa to music, now im focused and you just
Gotta hope that this new shit, it isnt hopelessly clueless at all
I go from hopeless to hopeful in just a matter of moments
It doesnt matter, for this is just a matter of moments
So I am waking up to the globe to shatter the lowest denominator from home
Im hopeing that I dont blow it, no
And I am wide awake
My eyes are wide open
I am seeing for the first time
Im wide awake
And I am coming through
From here
Clear
To you
And I am wide awake
My eyes are wide open
I am seeing for the first time
Im wide awake
And I am coming through
From here
Clear
To you
It seems that the earth is my playground
The dirt my sand-box, the words my hands wrought
Is all this man got, not even a jam spot
Not even a damn dog, companions I have not
Demands are not easy to fill, but I plan to grow fatter
Im bill from king of the hill, more like king of the trill
Im rising like the cream of the crop, the steam to the top
Mean to the law, into the sun, like im steven segal
Waiting for people to fall around me
The ground, around me shakes whenever I pound beats
Im pounding all weak emcees into the breach
Im on the brink of madness, time for the weed and a drink for me
But when I drink, all my creativity flows easy
And tea leaves, greens me and
The steez flows freely
An eazy e voice, but a flow like weezy
Without the tattoos cause that shit is freaky to me
Its easy to be empty, not easy to emcee
Its easy to tempt me, not easy to get clean
Its easy to jest but not easy to jest me
I am a pressed T, I am a stressed teen
I mean, I am depressed G, I am pepsi, fuck coke
That shit detests me, im getting a lesson in time
Im geussin its mine, this heff is getting his grind
Fuck a mansion, I leave it behind
Play-boy