The future is cloudy
With my anxious mind
And I think all day
Is it worth my time

But you know what
This aint no ballad
Not a story
No mind’s too crowded

With all the thoughts
Of everyday
Keep pushing on
Get my pay

Although there is something
My beats are true
And my mind’s just thumping
Through and through

I perform every night
I’m just saying
I shine on the stage
I’m just raying

All in all
End of the day
I pass out
Even when I’m wrong I get my way

In the morning
I get up
Grab my keys
Driving to a pump

Cause I’m alive and I’m rhyming
No Sam I Am
A new car a week
Lincoln, Abraham

Don’t get me wrong
I’m no president
I’m just Lincoln these logs
I’m a residentttt

Advisor
I plan my own meetings
I run my buisness
Economy take my beatings

And still I
Play it true
Because I’m no beiber fever
But I’m spreading like flu!