song entitled "confused"
im feelin like-ima-neusance in this life-of-confusion// i got a lisence-fa-usin a ride-thats-not-movin..how confusin-is-that?// its like im-usin-a-strap for protection but its jus abusin-me-back// there's a-clue-in-each-rap..that shows-this-affliction// feel like i was drafted in life without knowin-the-mission..lost without a cause, no sense-of-direction// live in the slums so i purchased expensive-protection// i got intensive-aggression.. hate-fa-the-world// take my life and my name and engrave-it-in-pearl..wish i was stuck-in-a-coffin instead of sumthin-im-lost-in// life slowed down, now im stuck-at-a-crossin..which way-do-i-go? whick way-do-i-turn?// wit a brain-fulla-flows i need a label-to-earn..wit a pen-and-a-pad i gain my pension-in-rap// unsigned wit no money, i cant take an extension-of-that..time to fulfill my dream and put fame-to-my-name// all the cash in the world couldnt amount to the pain-that-i've-faced..im afraid of the future, stuck-in-the-past// feel im on the brim of failure so im rushin-to-rap// i aint trustin-a-cat..when i get-to-the-top// backstabbin snakes will make ya career plunge into-the-rocks..this life is sick-and-twisted// but worth the risk to be rich-and-gifted// money is cool but rap is-the-intrest.. the streets misdirect me so i stay-in-the-booth// i'll never figure out life dogg im way-too-confused..
im feelin like-ima-neusance in this life-of-confusion// i got a lisence-fa-usin a ride-thats-not-movin..how confusin-is-that?// its like im-usin-a-strap for protection but its jus abusin-me-back// there's a-clue-in-each-rap..that shows-this-affliction// feel like i was drafted in life without knowin-the-mission..lost without a cause, no sense-of-direction// live in the slums so i purchased expensive-protection// i got intensive-aggression.. hate-fa-the-world// take my life and my name and engrave-it-in-pearl..wish i was stuck-in-a-coffin instead of sumthin-im-lost-in// life slowed down, now im stuck-at-a-crossin..which way-do-i-go? whick way-do-i-turn?// wit a brain-fulla-flows i need a label-to-earn..wit a pen-and-a-pad i gain my pension-in-rap// unsigned wit no money, i cant take an extension-of-that..time to fulfill my dream and put fame-to-my-name// all the cash in the world couldnt amount to the pain-that-i've-faced..im afraid of the future, stuck-in-the-past// feel im on the brim of failure so im rushin-to-rap// i aint trustin-a-cat..when i get-to-the-top// backstabbin snakes will make ya career plunge into-the-rocks..this life is sick-and-twisted// but worth the risk to be rich-and-gifted// money is cool but rap is-the-intrest.. the streets misdirect me so i stay-in-the-booth// i'll never figure out life dogg im way-too-confused..
