v1:

war vet in a corner store quartet
2 feet in my shoes
no doors yet
your next to blow
really
silly fans think they really can feel me
false
but they can kill me like a grand jury
damn bullies
all I need is some feedback
can you answer me
but they can't turn me down
that's a no go
solo has drowned in boat load of sound
down with the ship
watching cowards abyss
plotting how to get rich in 6 hours til my shift starts
my brick heart is heavy
my sick art has let me sky walk with sly talk like Vince carter
bend corners
fold edges
cut class in no seconds to touch ass
get more neck then gold necklace
im so reckless cus I'm young with a old message
and lifes killing me softly but i won't let it
I bus raps like Jerome bettis
I'm nasty as cold breakfast
so pass me the gold record
sipping old English in a vintage sweatshirt
live in villages where militants are thinking death first
I live by 3 letters
except fer when bitches take advantage of me
and then it F her
a forensic scientist couldn't tell you how I am bending minds with no effort
you try and do it better

v2:

you can't comprehend or copy him like ibm
where do I begin
probably in the middle of the lobby in a hospital
little nigga grew a lot quicker than docs figured
and so the plot thickens
i never stopped kicking
so moms kicked me out
I was kicking rocks and rhymes for hot chicken

it got real as Willis when he started using coke
and then Gary followed up cus he thought it was a joke

we all got different strokes
ask any ho that you know
or any fan of an artist who started painting for show
I caught a plane at the gate and was hardly making it home
I contemplated mistakes and put all of it in a poem
but all our visions are wrong
we arent sinners were victims
were caught up in this together but all we feel is alone

and all these feelings I'm revealing here on this song
is from the realest place in the world
the spirit of soul

so when you hear it you'll know
I call it miracle growth
I'm standing still in a crowd
trying to fill in the hole from when the atoms rebound
creating patterns we found to take the freedom of choice
and fuse it into illusion

i think we need a new voice
to represent the new world
if all of life is evolving
then we should change who we are
and if that's the hardest change to make then you should soften your heart
sometimes the only way to see inside the dark is a spark