My head is full of pretty women and stiff drinks

I have become strong,
Because I got tired of feeling weak.

It's all up to you.
You just kinda have to... decide.

Decide that you're not a victim.
To get off your *** and do something about it.
Instead of moping, and feeling sorry for yourself,
You can make the change.

You can do this.
I believe in you.

Misty eyes,
Aching soul,
I'm so young,
Yet feel old

**** and beer
Are much cheaper
Than a ****** therapist

They all say that a white boy can't rap,
So I gotta fire back,
I gotta bat and two straps in my back pack,
Did you get all that?
I'm coming in your battle swingin for your ball caps,
You better fall back, you better fall back,
Spit a verse at a camel and I broke his straw back
Cause he can't hack it, he won't have it
Run from the truth, like a pale face from a savage
I'm above average, Gimme a track to ravage
I can make a holy day black,
You might call me sabbath,
Imma take a car and imma crash it
Dying as I feel alive surrounded by these glass bits
I read a passage,
About not giving into sadness,
So I'll tear it up like some fabric,
Destroying rappers' become a bad habit

In contrast to my heart —
The days are warm
Sunrays wreak kind destruction
Upon just and unjust
Without favour
          or consideration.

The sickly light bathes us all
Without mercy
Exposing those
         who wish to remain hidden.

Winter in my heart, Summer eternally.