And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding.
I don't think life is about a pace, living slow or fast. I think you just live, y'know what I mean?
I am my city. Nobody from my city wants to hear about my city.
From a cell to a jet call it Con-Air
"Ok you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin"
You can't get on my level. you gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder; that's forever.