Find me chiefin'
Your ******* her knees, feastin'
I stay high
Because you all stay low

Got you all hooked on this flow
My heart blacker than the feather of a crow
Marching to my own drummer. None of my ducks in a row
Never again will I sink so low

Growing up I played alone
Talking to voices on a broken telephone
Teachers saying I matched the guidelines of a psychopath
But that was the past