I work 23 hours a day
Just for one hour of play...

Sometimes, there is a time when you cannot...
Sometimes, there is a time when things aren't what...

Growin' up was always a struggle
Livin' life without a motive there...

I've been paying my dues for years and years,
Been reppin' the streets just for ends meat...

Boom, boom
Flash, flash...

Fingers rapidly moving,
Mothers calmly soothing...

Dead silence is his preference, he enjoys no...
Not even he himself knows where he is bound...

I no longer have anything of my own,
No longer do I obtain that which is a home...

Quickie, Quickie, gather aroun',
Another story is goin' down...

Blank page, loose words
Pulled together by one man...

Up all night, sleeping all day,
At this the wolves like to bay...

Sitting in this big white room, poems are what I...
Finishing this project, though, is what I fright...