from this side of the computer i type cuz i'm a writer never on strike
so i won't hide, i fight for my future whenever i arrive, no hype
sometimes i'm a psycho with humor but most like what i'm doin
my duty's to revive from the numerous lies cuz of rumors
once in the studio, the mic supplies me to tune up my eyes
see me rise, there's always room, why not sooner to fight?
cuz i am a loser, who's in disquise, camoflauge suited, tyin my boots
and my persuit's compromised cuz after June comes July
that's when i shoot my goodbyes cuz i'm truly hogtied
i can't remove what i signed onto a few dotted lines
yeah, i wanna resign, i guess God should decide
will it be bad news, Mom, don't cry
Brothers i don't mean to traumatize too
but the problem's mine, man i can't lose
how could i rewind back to my happy times...