It’s 2 pm and riding down the block 
Sun’s shining bright and I watch the birds flock 
I’ve got a big grin, not a care in the world 
99 problems but not one is a girl. 
Thinking today I might go step in the booth 
Drop a few bars just like it’s a baby tooth 
With the drive of a Ford, and the speed of a Toyota 
I won’t step out until I meet my music quota 
This isn’t for the cash, now how could you be so daft? 
Fake artists don’t do it for the love of their craft. 
Anyone can rap, see. But me? I’m a poet 
I’ll take you on a voyage and bring you back before you know it. 
Lyrics take you back and you dream of before you grew up 
But some rap haunts you; you could call it Freddy Krueger 
When it comes to rapping for fun, you see I’m second to none.
			
