You know what I mean? I wish I could just sit back and smoke weed for the rest of my life... Its thanksgiving, I give thanks for the knowledge Not what's in my wallet, not what's in my closet I swear a lotta rappers in the closet Obsessed with the fashion, dressed like they in pagents I spit like I'm posessed by a dragon, telling bitches they gadgets Simply just distractions Truth hurts I leave listeners bleeding, goverment lying don't be decieved by the enemy No cheats, and I'm playing the game Contested rappers ya'll fading away Smoke superhero purps so I'm saving the day I'm a homeless man to rap cause I'm craving a change I'm a runaway slave Runaway slave... Children of the sun Yeah! What's next?