Like a hunger, like a burning To find a place I've never been Now I'm broken and I'm fading I'm half the man I thought I would be But you can have what
that shit your brain is overloading Well I won't have it With help from papers and magazines Another sheltered chooses what he will not see Views so
searching Not singing much I keep on working Cus I know they know this time round I won't be hurting I open my eyes and now I can see Everyone I talk
I'm ready for the whole ride, get straped in your seats hold tight [Verse2] See the feeling is so real, sitting back and taking pictures I'm givin' them a show, I
taking pictures I'm givin' them a show, I do it for the fans they my people Step steady careful, Fallowing the key rules, fools Me and them no equal, Why, cuz I
into my world, I am sure you want to come Check my Facebook, I got pictures I'ma give you some Girl, you look familiar, where do I know you from? Have
I did it Multi before I die (nigga) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the Fork in the road And went straight See I'm a poet to some A
who I am? Did you follow the change? Am I part of your plan to stay the same? I'm not that man I've worm out my shoes On sacred ground My point of view
nearly wild On the altar was a casket and in the casket was a child I could picture him while living, curly hair protruding lips I'd seen perhaps a thousand
to kill it When they get out I'll bring them 'round some bitches Shinobi, how I kick it, "American Ninja" major motion picture Flippin' my remote, same way I
the single got picked Man I'm living out my brain I don't dream about shit If I say dream, I meant Dream, Fresh not Hampton I got a date with destiny
it in on you I look so serious too, uh-huh I gotta have your picture 'cause I'm stuck on you A shot of you, you sexy thing And I want to snap, out,
well maybe and maybe not niggas rhymin like the guy 80 glock im home watching i love the 80s stop picture the ocean with the panoramic view my flow the
punishment of enemies. [killah priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last poet'
And I don't know and I can't think and I'm so smote that I can't see and I look at the picture I have in my head and I won't doze and I can't sleep and
I have to say this I never miss yo when I display? From styles I paint the funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause
Pennsylvania Transportation Authority is what I'm probably on If I ain't whippin' a land throughout ya section My mind's in traum', nine times out of ten I
flo' I want the whole stack Plus I need a little more, I gotta eat a little mo' My seed gotta grow I got a reason to flow, a reason to show What I mean