Not as musical as I am mental,
Use this paper and this pencil as the space between my Temples,
Yeah its simple -like a complex,
Unoriginal concept. I'm kidding dude,
Its really more like vomit. And I really need to stop it.
Because pondering the nigh, is getting me nowhere,
Its no fair, to hear the names of famous niggas' accolades,
All the while I'm chasing fame, I think its so insanse.
Or maybe that was just my brain. Trying to explain,
The difference between living and killin all of my day,
All of the way, all of the waste, none of haste.
Some say its just a phase. Or a product of my laze-
I-ness, now staged.