[Miros Siemens (Opa):]
You don't even know what fuckin' love is. What is love? Love shit!

[Verse 1]
I love living. It’s fun giving, to come with it
My son’s just like me, I’m not kidding
The right kind of wrong for so long;
Create and perform, then I’m off and I’m gone
Don’t I make it look easy or what?
Keep talking, I won’t interrupt
Something about Frame
Doesn’t allow pain
To anger, outrage
To ruin his sound wave
I don’t need a campfire to sit by
From the gate, every rhyme, I’ve been nice
Not a fan or a fair-weather friend
That’ll step on your neck, out to leave when I can
No magician when it comes to art
I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards
I’m distant like a kid being messed with
Twisted as a grin from a misfit
I sit back and drink it in
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just
Concentrate on what you have
Chip away everyday building off of that