i'm a wild one with a style of my own when i compile something from my dome for the microphone
i've been going awhile, still there's more time to grow from a small child into my final milestone
check the file, downward spirals i just don't accept, denial's gone
i'd rather smile than be low in a wreck so it's best that i show i'm ready to stretch or i never will glow
i gotta catch my gold, but full of traps are these roads wherever i roam
i don't know if i'll adapt to the toll, but my impact on the globe's in my notepad that i wrote
and the results i should add and promote, i won't ask if you'll vote, my broadcast shall uncloak
like a mask once the facts i expose to the mass cuz i won't pass up this whole task to dispose to the trash
my act is no joke, im'a rap til i'm broke