It's this cake that I eat that tastes so good,
It was made here, straight from the hood...

Pop-tarts are so damn nice..
When you heat them they're not as cold as ice...

A pie is lots of fun,
It can not harm you like a gun...

With out pain,
There is no gain...

I can not explain what I want to say,
But for these things.. you can not pay...

Just a minute of your life,
A minute with out a knife...

As I look into your eyes I see,
The feelings we have, between you and me...

As a free spirit,
You guide me around...

I feel like I'm in a cage,
Never free, alowed to do what I want...

Keeping your secrets,
Keeping your lies...

You call me your 'friend',
But we hardly talk...

I'll never let go,
In my arms I hold you tight...