ah, ah, test, test, 1, 2, alright check it:
i'm takin the microphone and spittin 'til i wreck it.
for the women? for the cars? for the green and bling bling?
for my 5 minutes in the light, like karaoke at sing sing?
please! can you see me with 5 karat studs?
in my gucci, L.V. and burbury duds?
shoot, i'd trade ALL this *stuff* any day.
for a heart and a soul and a way to say what i gotta say.
don't get me wrong, i don't wanna sound completely ungrateful.
it's just-- i wanna be passionate: to feel loved and joyful.... shoot... even angry or hateful.
anything but this stale, mundane, robotic state
with no job, no direction, no answers, and no date.
what's LIFE without the low lows and high highs?
i'll tell you: frustration, apathy and a whole lotta sighs.
(sigh) okay, i'm out of energy, i'm out of juice.
time to sleep and let all my dreams run loose
maybe there, at least, i can *imagine* some sort of sanity.
a life of peace and hope, not jumping between insecurity and vanity.
bed, come to me. my body and eyelids are too weak.
blanket, embrace me and, pillow, kiss my cheek.
and though i wanna laugh, scream, lift my hands or weep,
tonight-- like every other night-- i settle for sleep....