Here come the handcuffs
I guess my words were too strong
For your weakness

Are you in fear how I speak this

Perhaps you need to censor
The whole **** ship

I saw a man steal the paint
Off another mans palette
Because he didn't like his story
Or the way he'd tell it

Imagine the art you make
And having another man
Tell you how to sell it

Here come the handcuffs
Take creativity and lock it up
It must be a crime to be so passionate

Make it do time
With all the other rhymes

That were just too much

For another mans mind
To respect