[Verse 1: Webbafied]
Starting blocks as opposed to hitting the finish line
Brutus versus Popeye underdog and its spinach time (uh-huh)
The ways of the world leave me down in the dumps
But I reconstruct my beginning its bigger than blowing up (dun-dunn)
(a lot bigger than blowing up G) (all-o-ver-again)
Like a convict, serving 20 odd at large
Finally set free in society its gotta be hard
Your baby moms moved on, got another brother raising your kid
Starting fresh coming home from a bid I guess...
(it's gotta be difficult, can't be simple, that's life man)
Like the cheating boyfriend or the backstabbing lady
Forgiven by your counterpart broken heart for your baby boo
Guess you starting over too cuz if its true
Your new beginnings spinning them gray skies into blue so
Choose, lose, win, begin
We gon start it over again so all in sing it

[Hook]
Work so hard
But I'm only human
All, over, again
Start all over again, again

[Verse 2: Zuby]
(Yo Web I got it from here man
I'ma take it to 'em
Check it out yo, yo,]
Im black and I rap yeah ain't that stereotypical?
But I rap and I’m in Oxford, wait that ain't that typical
I’m tryin to make an earning so I gotta get my pence right
Cuz can't make a buck unless you start with some sense/cents right?
(You know what I'm sayin' man? Woo! Consider this...)
The worlds a messed up place and nowadays you pick your fate
I’m old enough to go to war but couldn't drink in the States
If you think about it really yo what sense does that make?
Answer’s clear no shots or beer but can take shots to the face (brap!)
(All over again)
Yo I rhyme what I feel never selling out for dough
This a kinda thoughtful song thats how Im feeling at the mo
Kinda stressed, not depressed, trying to get Soundscan to this
What more do you want yo? I’m young hot and talented
So love me love me love me
And I do it cuz I want to, chyeeea!
(Zuby!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Zuby]
(Zuby, Webbafied, ? Brooklyn collaboration
Let's take it home my brother)

Its a sick world we live in these days (why?)
Cause we can blow each other up but we can't cure AIDS
We dont help each other out, we just try to get paid
And forget about love, we just try to get laid, yup
(Badman)
[Webbafied]
I was jumping the gun in the hundred bar dash
False start, out of the gate I was on blast
Dirty laundry hang on my clothesline perhaps
Since its 2006 I should be cleaning up my act
Fresh start!
(Zuby, yeah, yo take em home baby lets go)
[Zuby]
Some deny that they feel it still I got their respect
No rap vet no teks still its selling like sex (yes!)
If I go youre gonna miss me like the dearly departed
3-6-0 rotation, damn look Im back where I started
(Zuby, Webbie two-thou-six!) And we do it--cuz--we--want--to

[Hook]