I were I, and you were you
We were the sky, the sun, the moon
Move soul to soul, eternally
It's meant to be
Manboy, so whatchu gon' do?
(What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do
What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do
What we gon' do?)
Manboy, so whatchu gon' do?
(What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do
What we gon' do, whatchu gon' do
What we gon' do?)
Manboy...

Is this shit a lyric, or is this just my spirit
Speaking out loud, proudly, so everyone can hear him
He rarely speaks gently, except the times he tempts me
Makes me do bad things, and drains me til I'm empty
You probably don't believe me, wish I could take a pic
Of this drunk, scuzzy motherfucker jacking off his dick
Screaming in my ear, yelling "You ain't shit!
You never gonna make it, n***a, you should just quit!"
I'm my biggest obstacle, all y'all don't exist
Like an M. Night Shyamalan plot, "What a twist!"
Mr. Invincible, Mr. Inhuman
Mr. Ingenious, really thinks that he's stupid
And vulnerable and lonely, most of the time he's home
Trying to figure out what's going on inside his domepiece
Spiritually dying, a pariah live inside him
Nobody ever calls him, even you don't like him (DAMN!)
Semi-suicidal, emotions like a tidal wave
Bi-polar, first he fit the noose, then it's "oh, behave!"
Infinite last days, an eternal pathway
And leaves off where he started, so he only goes halfway
He can't go forward, and he can't go backward
He trapped most days, I wonder why I started rappin'
Oops, I meant "he", it's definitely not me
That I'm talkin' 'bout, on this brand new CD