Im startin this shit with no words in my head
Thinkin Luke, why dont you just go to bed?
But I won't give up on this pen and paper
Until im flooded with the light green paper
And I meet my maker, in the depths of the sky
Time is money but its passin me by
Listenin to Jamie for more inspiration
Bars comin out slow, verbal constipation

Will I make it?
Probably not..
Stay free?
Mug shot...

Will I make it?
Probably not...
Millionaire Life?
Private Yacht?

Went to school
Broke a rule
Now a I rot
In the unwanted Pot
People keep avoiding me
Cos ive eaten the fruit of a poisonous tree
Now Ive fallen to the lowest degree
Lookin at my life as a bunch of debris
Everyone knows Ill never be the best
On computer declinin every friend request
"ITS TIME TO UP THE LEVELS AGAIN"
But how can I do that when Ive forgotten my pen

Will I make it?
Probably not..
Stay free?
Mug shot...

Will I make it?
Probably not...
Millionaire Life?
Private Yacht?