i'ma never give up, i have been tryin' to fiz up//
at some alarming rates quickly, i'm like a tired old wizard//
i got the power of 30, and so you're cryin' a river//
i feel useless to use it, it's like i'm diyin' to give up//
it's like i'm doin' this bad, but i still feel like a victim//
and all this rage keeps on buildin' inside of me like a prison//
it's 'bout to blow off the richter, i gotta make a decision//
i just wanna get richer, i'm sick and tired of bitchin'//
and in some time when i make it, if you're behind me or with me//
at the time of my singing, there'll be some prizes for winning//
and if my chances are bad, and i do not get a bentley//
well i'ma get in my ford and i'll be drivin' with whiskey//
it's my pride that is missing, i can't deny what's been tickin'//
and tockin' deep in my head, i've came too far to be ditchin'//
my mission's spittin' this sick shit until it flushes the system//
'cause this kid shit is fiction, i've had enough of you bitches//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008.
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