Where is the hope, where is the love? Thought I found it, but I guess I'm mistaken. The bottom of the bottom, the low of the low, I tried to hide emotion but then this happened that left me shaken. Forsaken, life got stolen from me, I don't why or who, but I'll get it back just like Liam Neeson in the movie Taken. I came to break in, for you have messed with the wrong man, break you down like a machine, never under estimate the under dog master plan. Word play, shaping my reality like it were clay, Classy J is here to stay. Strain foreplay, no accidents here, this is a real fight, no horseplay here, eventually everyone gives way and are defenceless to the birds of prey. Be careful what you throw away, because it may come back with vicious unrelenting pain, beware the ricochet because after it is done with you it will leave more than just a sprain. Maintain that knowledge in your membrane, don't you know karma is a b** it will beat you over the head like a cane. Irony of this preordained circumstance played out like a orchestra, mixed into theory's that can only be processed to see if they make up a successful formula. Dogmatic, you fools are all scatterbrained, so hazy so lazy, shouldn't have messed with crazy, don't you know you can't keep me contained.