Woodsy

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage / Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged / I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed / I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage / But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher / Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper /All the pain inside amplified by the fact /That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5 / And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family / Cause man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers / And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life / And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder / Trying to feed and water my seed, plus / Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna / Baby mama drama’s screaming on and / Too much for me to wanna / Stay in one spot, another day of monotony / Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail / I’ve got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot / Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not / Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go / I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot / So here I go it’s my shot. / Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got …