I'm shooting stars --
I set fire to the sky -- let the sparks rain//
My wet tires begin to slide... (crash!) that's what I get for letting my heart race//
Eyes open to closing doors, just an empty hospital room//
Was living on the edge, til Karma swept me off with her broom//
Lift the carpet n' see there's a lot of dirt under Ruggz//
But when god retires my jersey, I promise it'll say "number 1"//
Clean from the sweep, dream but don't sleep, keep this together//
I never been to Seattle, but right now I'm Sleepless in Denver//
I wasn't trying to dip my toes or get my feet wet//
Now I'm knee deep in this shit so I sleep in a deep sweat//
Drowned in denial, clowned as a child, fuck this circus//
Haven't fucked around in awhile, tip toe & duck the nurses//
Shit's deep, six feet to be exact, ain't trying to scuff the surface//
What's the purpose? Even if I get a standing ovation, they're still gonna shut the curtains//
So I make my way out the emergency room, head to the parking lot//
Adrenaline racing, gonna take a lot more than road spikes to get this heart to stop//
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Imma drifting novelist from the midwest, call me "Barnes n Noble"//
Gonna cruise on down memory lane til this mother fucking car is totaled//
You see - the things I seem to miss, I haven't even seen yet//
To me -- all these cats who keep "drawing a blank" are starting to seem sketch//
Could of went high, all I needed was a little push like a swing set//
Instead I swam this dark ocean til I saw red & blue, got hooked by a green net//
Life's answers don't ever help my questions, cuz most cats never felt depression//
When I walk by mirrors I get night terrors, moments of self reflection//
No matter how far I reach, I can't touch it, it's more than a feeling//
It's two & a half decades of bouncing off of walls, hitting the floor then the ceiling//
It's the next level in this cash game, open the gate, let's race//
Get my heart racing, back on the fast lane in this paper chase, with some wet brakes//
I hope to raise my own seeds in a safer place, under sun rays for the summer//
N' if I break down, best believe I'm tying my shoes & making this butter one way or another//
Let guns spray at undercover's, street's made of velcro, get stuck-stuck in this fucked up town//
If you hear "what up now?" followed by "buck buck bloaw" -- you gooses better "duck duck" down//
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Syllables blow like whistles, game-time, look at ya'll on the side//
Even if this was scrimmage, I'd still put my balls on the line//
I'm six four, piss poor, still riding coach, no clipboard//
I wish heaven wasn't fake, I could ask god what all this shit's for//
It's crazy when you're looking up at me, I bet a mile seems far//
Ain't trying to hide, I wanna seek, so catch me where the wild things are//
On those nugs like Melo, surrounded by foes I can't persevere//
Walking around with dry elbows, making a rose outta handful of dirt n' tears//
Too many dimes in my memory bank, too many scars down my face//
I wear a heart on my sleeve, have ladies seeing stars like outerspace//
Love for life is a test, so don't cheat, find the answers yourself//
Can't learn to see things for yourself, eventually the candle will melt//
Don't let ya train of thought derail, leave you in a shell, shocked like a war vet//
Ridiculed like a kid in school, tripping on you like a blind man at a door step//
Notice how years pass by, but time stands still//
Meaning we all get older, but not everyone grows up, some fall in when marching over that ant hill//
