Running out of cash and I got issues.
99 problems, and there ain't nothing that I can't do.
standing all alone, cause nobody understands you.
nobody cares, feel like even god don't want to hear my bad news.
kneeling on my knees, in my new shows going back to my roots.
chasing myself in circles, chasing deceptions over truths;
standing in my mirror, staring for a while.
a lot of things changed, adjustments to my style.
as we play this game -nothing changed, but the hands of time, the rest just stayed the same.