I’m perfectly imperfect, I build my own frame
So the bigger picture is inserted in my own lane
My own gain is pictured to be constrained
Yet I don’t refrain from positioning my con stains
Long games have no longevity, indeed, true
I’m running through truth, the long arm reaching trying to beat youth
So why do they say don’t bite the hand that feeds you?
I can’t, I’m trying to flee, due to
Broken wings, I have to seek shoes
They fit, should I wear it? Or should I speak through
A microphone barefooted, my mind is like a hunting bear footage
They say it aint fair that I took it
It referring to her love when I script in my booklet
Rhymes that’ll leave a novel or a book lit
I can say I’m best, and brag ‘bout my deepest things
But a chain is no stronger than its weakest link
So one mood swing and I’m back to leaping I think
I procrastinate too often, world’s colors are bored
My work don’t pay off, ‘cause I’m usually a day late and a dollar short
Should I vacate and holler abort? My collar distorts
I won’t resort to bragging, but I’m a pretty penny
If a penny saved is a penny earned, it’s a pity, damn, see
I won’t give you a penny for your thoughts, I’m pretty handy
No need for your opinion, it’s shifty, fancy
Me stopping talking ‘bout my problems and troubles
They say a problem shared is a problem halved
But the more I talk ‘bout it, the more my problems seem to double