Who am I anyway
When I sway
Into the gateway
Of truth and what I portray
It’s every single day
The person I convey
It’s my game I play
But then I replay
Every single payday
To my pathway
Into my dark gateway
My supply on the way
I always over pay
Then myself I lockaway
Then I hit that powder play
Then another railway
I can’t stop or pull away
I sit and stay
Till I hit the airwaves
I never feel ok
But this feeling I obey
My problems I downplay
Then to my dismay
I can’t breakaway