I pick up my riffle
lock n load
I pick up my spray can (beer bottle)
throw-up and go (drink up you know)
Pick up my microphone
Lets rock n roll
And I pick up my textbook
With some samples, cuts n flow

Yeah here we go / with another cipher / like I would be a zero huh? / Over this beating cycle / im a psycho / at least according to my shrink / and my my ex-wife / well I suppose, I think… / If you ever loved me / you wouldn’t treat me this way / I would never / however / treat you the same / whatever you did / you see, its some kind of an instinct / but that’s just me / and I’m the one going to a shrink / I try to understand you / and at some point I do / like I’m back at it / like a smack-addict / but you know that aint the truth / I just kick my feet up and grab me a beer / chilling, writing poetry and fiddling with my beard / im sorry for the times when I almost went away / and I can’t promise you that I’m here to stay / anyway / as I see it, it’s up to me / I’m an adult now / and I don’t do it by routine / and blabla, yeah I know it’s unhealthy / bad for my wallet since its empty / cuz im not that wealthy / and if I would be / id probably / switch over to something worse / like needles and spoons / please don’t make me choose / between it and you / it’s just unfair / it’s rude

I even cleaned my room / cuz I expected you to visit / concealed my bottles / I put away the whiskey / cuz I know what you would have been thinking / “Oh, that Staw does nothing but drinking” / though I’m sure you know I do / cuz you’ve been reading my poems / and listening to my songs to / watching my drawings / even laughed at my jokes / but I’m aware of my bad sides / like the words between the rhymes / and I’m aware of yours / the tears behind your eyes / I don’t mind / I don’t keep no secrets from you / maybe cuz my fucked up mind / is more fucked up than the truth / but please don’t make me choose / between it and you / it’s just unfair / it’s rude