...shattered dreams ain't what they all cracked up to be I should just pack up and leave, cause this shit is for the birds forget the blurb you heard about waiting no words of inspiration, only uninspire from this choir that misfires like my gun jammed, damn man even with one hand behind my back, you can't beat Red's street cred or delete these internet threads that spun this knitted, fitted sweater for these critics that get it never that I shit it and spit it better than anyone half-witted whoever so take note cause I'm this close to writing this letter, of resignation but I'm too clever to let this waiting, get the best of me I've been blessed with the ability, the gift I got the math and I'm on the right path I just need somebody to give me a lift Holla.