Lyrics

I should quit a long time ago I don’t know
Why I go w/ hip hop when I couldn’t did some rock n roll
Then I could’ve lived w/ my kids and my Pockets swole
Watch my pockets grow clocking dough from rocking shows
staring at my toes I supposed now I’m looking down
My nose while while I’m playing all my shows like a Bday clown
Put on my clothes go on stage try to burn it down
The way I work they crowd its more like I’m in a circus town
I’m kind of certain now I should’ve listened just to my mom
Got a decent job work w/ guys w/ names like Bob and Tom
Get up at dawn 9-5 and Saturdays I would cut my lawn
What was I thinking writing songs would right my wrongs (12)
In middle age with little rage now at the
Fact at the kids haircuts now look like an Alpaca
And now a days the growl at ya running round past ya
No cap skibbi something something blah blah

Here’s is a hot reminder I was just a rotten rhymer
Till my heart got radiated like the dude from Oppenheimer
I can not just stop the fire Thats why I can not retire
Age is just a number never wonder it will not define ya
Awakened from a slumber singing up on a choir
Of heavenly angels while I’m soaring all above the mire
I let it pour until I roaring like a hungry lion
Shut the door on the floor while I praying facing Zion
My God goes before me and just right behind ya
40 days in the wilderness we just trying to chase the fire (10)
Grab my slyllabus write rhymes that comes from a great desire
Get you running back the line like CMC and the 49ers (12)
kill your golden calves go and stop the whiners
These Politician make me laugh they can not define us
While they waffle on the issues like it’s Aunt Jemima’s
Im a keep it simple in the temple while I seek to find ya