We use to count On the trashbag ounce Sticks sticking out Now we dont gotta do no pickin out We just claw at the jar till we think we out So tragic but that never happen Dead end music you get no traffic Only thing worse than to hear you rappin Is to listen to the sound of a stale wood crackin See the seshcrown and the peasants get dashin' We make racket, they book it like Scholastic Never met passion, you don't know action Never heard of doin' shit just cause you have to Never took steps, you know me, I'm glad to be Never on stage, you forever in the rafters I'ma show you ways you can do it, no askin' Reachin' for favors that you never had to I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to be the one But you gotta do it your own way I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to be the one But you gotta do it your own way