Boom, boom
Flash, flash...

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

Fingers rapidly moving,
Mothers calmly soothing...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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