V1: I recall the summer where/ heat stroke was stalkin' me/ Peepshow was mockin' me/ Decent folk like I sought to be// Speed brokered a lot of deals/ Streets was no place for Steven but C.M. Burns burst on the scene/ cursed the ether/ lost a lotta meals//// Pussy was dangled in front of me not unlike the worms that lure the fishes/ I would search for the angles (they mad suspicious)// Cuz Inever knew myself to be but simple with no interest/ to the kindle in the fire/ (I thought only pimps get bitches)////

HOOK:

Since Kindergarten I was kin to trauma, sure/

A kid that's blessed with empathy, not especially popular/

Carried it through public high/ was married to the lump in my throat/

Little did I know I was the GOAT waiting to come into my own////

V2: How many nightmares and dreams/ did I block out of my mind's eye/ Alchemy I done imbibed/ an out for me, all just to redefine "high"// 4th of July in 2005/ I'm lucky to even be fuckin' alive/ Ain't it wild? The baby blues stayed true to my hatred where dilated remained my style//// Runnin' for nothin' with guns to be somethin' I'm not/ Ain't it my luck?/ Hey this was fun/ Til the one night in the summer '05/ I'm alive and I realize the rot// Enter the sky and my nose/ now ya know fa sho when somebody gets "got"/ I was just hopin' to smoke on a bowl/ spinnin'/ no kiddin' I wish it would stop//// Whoever made you think bein' gangster was hot/ never mentioned the scent of a fresh body (guess they forgot)// Maybe 6 or 7 out of a thousand in a millennium/ of frauds turn out like Gotti (You wouldn't wanna be ANY of em')//// Tomorrow from yesterday/ I prayed, "Dear God, can we borrow some extra blessings?" He said, "I fear not"/ Is that black dog the satcloth?/ I beg him, "Spill the ending"/ He just acts deaf, and laughs, yes, for real he keeps me guessing//// Christian school was prison retooled, dude/ but not in the physical sense/ Men and women pilfering the children's mystical defense// Kds whipped with a pistol? Yes/ Is this shit miserable? Yes/ Now we're grown up, addicted to dope, a fuckin' mess////

Guess it was good I was kept in the dark to embark on the path of a lifetime/ Dominic knew the demonic was too heavy/ let me accrue what I might find// Who was the author that said that, "You can never go home again"?/ The Devil he offered me bread/ but starving for death, disheveled, I lifted my head//// God and I hadn't been choppin' it up/ resentment left me amiss/ So he waited with patience/ one day he would send me a prophet/ a hottie with Heavenly tits//// "Fuck" is a word that I say all the time/ an action I haven't since she was my wife/ My passion's been hacked into tiny bites/ I don't think she even knows she had the knife//// If that means I'm abstinent now til' I'm dead/ then kill me, for real, cuz' I'm lackin' the head she gives/ and all of these bitches think that they're magicians, when really they're lackin' the cred////

HOOK:

Since Kindergarten I was kin to trauma, sure/

A kid that's blessed with empathy, not especially popular/

Carried it through public high/ was married to the lump in my throat/

Little did I know I was the GOAT waiting to come into my own////

I can't just scream, but I can't sit in silence/

When I dream of the machine I sow the oats of my own balance//