Rob me of my senses,
rob me of my desires,
HELL I’M TIRED!
Take what you want but my labor has expired!
I can’t build yo dreams and sleep on mine,
life is only a short amount of time.
And da shit that matters to me will never cross yo mind.
What makes me happy my fantasies explained?
You'd be amazed at the picture I plan to frame.
But as long as I give you my talent,
(and for cheap at that!)
I won’t be able to fully focus on me
and fight for the dreams I’ve been dreaming since wayback!
