| «But I am different, I want it more than any of them!» | 
| «You'll get your chance. | 
| One day things will change.» | 
| «When? | 
| When will they change?» | 
| «Probably when you least expect it…» | 
| Put that pixel in your mind and it might come true. | 
| It ain’t over, here it comes again | 
| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in | 
| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been | 
| And when you get there it’s time to go again | 
| Sifting through your imprints brings me to this | 
| Never let go, never give up hope 'cause that’s it | 
| If I let go of the hope and fall in the pit of injustice | 
| It’s just not right, high plane drift into the light | 
| Sharing my thoughts on the spot so there was never no secrets | 
| She was ever clever, so decent | 
| So adequate for my etiquette | 
| So I let it hit the bottom of my head and it’s | 
| A dead page in a story that’s been told so many times in the scroll | 
| That I keep going for control | 
| Beautified, intensified | 
| Colors hide in the backdrop, who am I to supervise | 
| Your pitch over the backstop | 
| Simplified, compromised | 
| Flowin' under the lifelines 'cause you and I is a suicide | 
| I testified in the right lines | 
| I designed an outline of your features in my sketchbook | 
| Take a look at my past and answer questions your askin' | 
| Fasten seatbelts for the whiplash is massive | 
| Crashin' into the brick wall I barricaded my ass in | 
| Fascinated by beauty | 
| To document it’s my duty | 
| Artistry come to life in my eyes 'cause you’re my moving- | 
| Picture, pixellating kaleidoscope | 
| Highest hopes I could ever match | 
| Titillating my mind to cope with any problem that shows his face | 
| No disgrace, no embarrassment, never care for opinions in your presence | 
| You’re the second half to my essence | 
| Your life is so intoxicating | 
| To a drunken, skinny, broken, open, white guy | 
| 'Cause I’m siftin' through your imprints that brought me to this | 
| Never let go, never give up hope 'cause that’s it | 
| If I let go of the hope and fall in the pit of injustice | 
| It’s just not right, high plane drift into the light | 
| It ain’t over here it comes again… | 
| Her blowin' have me growin', knowin' I hit the jackpot | 
| Silky, symmetrical, round, juicy, sexual | 
| Too acceptable, smellin' like watermelons | 
| Tellin' all my friends about her every limb | 
| There’s no comparison | 
| Her hair in the wind got men sniffin' | 
| Wishin' they could be in my position | 
| I paid my dues though | 
| Now I move slow along the curb smooth ride | 
| Back up fool, you cannot drive | 
| I make my dreams come alive | 
| Exotic non-narcotics getting me high | 
| Waterfall visions, cover girl missions | 
| Soundtrack to her would be some smooth Lonnie Liston | 
| Me? | 
| I’m like a piston, but I’m not dissin' | 
| She holds herself well and I respect that | 
| Listen, if there’s one thing I know it’s go for what you do | 
| I did, it’s all true | 
| Neglected to way too cool | 
| On them low standards | 
| I’m a planner you a player what layer | 
| Let me take a gander | 
| It ain’t over, here it comes again | 
| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in | 
| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been | 
| And when you get there it’s time to go again | 
| Flew off the scale of one to ten when the skin tone was in | 
| Perfect light, candlelight, or the lamps you can dim | 
| With the twist of a knob, don’t claim to be a heartthrob | 
| But I had my fair share of dimes I’ve had to move on | 
| And pass you by you dot a million desks | 
| Most can only dream of the girls that found my rest | 
| Beautiful creatures that stay without the reaches | 
| To live in seclusion, they may hit the beaches | 
| Exotica eroticas, never rock the Nautica | 
| Maybe some Prada and extra cool with nada | 
| Nothin', but get 'em naked and flawless | 
| Wake up they look good little the flyest | 
| And I think back, when’s the last time you seen a Legend | 
| Bail with something busted? | 
| Let me help you out, never | 
| It may seem callous and shallow, forgive me | 
| I meant it, fly girls is like equipment | 
| Top of the line helps the product come tight | 
| Watch we pooled the girls that make the good wives | 
| And life is so grand when you’re already the man but you really ain’t the man | 
| Now my people understand what I’m sayin' | 
| I’m just layin' back, no approachin' | 
| When I be out with wifey best believe she’s the dopest | 
| Or one of the dopest, so many to hold focus | 
| The young crop to make jaws drop and laws broken | 
| Just jokin', statutory that’s another story | 
| Hormones and food got youngsters ripe for bonin' | 
| Ownin', oh as the mackin' continues | 
| Stars in tight clothes be huntin' us at venues | 
| An then proves competition ain’t friendly | 
| We got the quality, quantities empty | 
| Loyal untouchable drawers that y’all will never see | 
| But give us a shot at your girl, they’ll probably fuck with me | 
| It ain’t over, here it comes again | 
| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in | 
| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been | 
| And when you get there it’s time to go again | 
| With beauty comes duty, few see the filthy | 
| Not guilty I had to pass, ass | 
| Got me wantin' somethin that ain’t worthy | 
| Surely, I can see through most wannabes, watch friends change up | 
| Relationships, bitches with attitude come out quick | 
| What you think you got somethin', shit | 
| Not this again, pissed again | 
| Wished again some bliss to get no kisses when eternity | 
| Such absurdity, I thought words would be the gate to my heart | 
| Not burnin' me, but I’mma stay cool as Sammy Davis and ride this shit out | 
| But you can’t lie this shit out | 
| It used to be hard just to write this shit out | 
| But I usually had to fight this shit out | 
| But I’ma live this shit out | 
| Like being locked up for 30 years | 
| Walk out with a hand of cement tears | 
| Weird to be out in the car seein' the world | 
| Got picked up by a girl and you see the lights pullin' you over in the rear: | 
| Radar clock 90 I’m gonna have to see everybody I. D | 
| I thought I was free but I really did a 360 | 
| (See I just got out an um, see…) | 
| It ain’t over, here it comes again | 
| Hold it on my shoulders 'til I can’t hold it in | 
| Life ain’t about what you see, it’s about where you been | 
| And when you get there it’s time to go again |