Lay it all down where I lay my head, I feel I've sunk the mothership, coming with this other ****, you could smell it.. I never tell it cause it's right in your face, come to your senses for a second, don't judge me, know your place as an observer and don't be served.. your thoughts saying I should be on top of my ****, I want none of it at all, but this is how you know me, after all this is my life so I can't fake around the homies, something that is solid, I just wish it rather drains in the ocean of thought-from which it all simply came, and much attention paid to it, got me wishing for some new ****, and back at square one trying to shape it out, laid it out where to go from here, and it's clear not to choose to stay far, to bail from the living hell chiefly in the mind, and warrant the amount of trust needed to stay off the radar, though I've had a slump year in the slums, this was homecoming for me but still the cost ain't cheap, with a price on my head and as this dollar loses worth, since birth it was a bullet with my name on it, just not time to strike yet, giving me the time to see it coming, too many false alarms though that always keep me running, alias with daily use, you could call me crazy, I just take it like a man so whatever happens happens, plus I run my mouth as it is, mainly talking bout the way it is, so just imagine how I handle biz.