I made a mess of everything I love
But I'll make the best of everything I broke
I'm gona fix it
I hit rock bottom but came out on top
I'm not gona stop until I reach my goals
I'm on a mission
I been skippin class and kickin ass
Since Pippen had 23 points to beat the Jazz
My mission had been stick and jab
Just to get past the given task
It didn't last when my whole head got split in half
While even positioned as a musician who's livin fast
While drinkin Blue Ribbon Pabst but missin my thinkin cap
The prism glass is only as colorful as your past
You can live and laugh til all of your rings are given back
It's a proven fact, every average rudy poo wil act
As if they know what they're doing, like they figured out the math
Its unfortunate that more of them can't multiply or add
But not me I took the rubix cube and threw it in the trash
Cuz I never cared to calculate from some one else's path
I been steppin over stones instead of slippin through the cracks
Now that I put down the liquor, I'm more sicker at the craft
On a mission to be bigger than the bottle or the bag
I been stirring the pot, learning a lot
Earning a spot, never forgot
Way back when I was purchasing pot
From a hermit ubran merchant never certain or not
If I'd get hurt or get caught, never quite considered the cost
Or who I crossed I was awesomely lost, often was sauced
No one was shocked, everyone's just hearing me talk
Breathing my own exhaust, balked that i'd inhibit process
Never thought that way that I was livin was toxic
Here's a hum dinga from the verbal gun slinga
Just another tongue twister from the former junk sniffer
Purple herbal crumb picker, certain circles considered
Number one funk bringer here pullin ya mums finger
It took the lowest low to make a man out of me
Now I can stand toe to toe still land on the beat
At a glance I was handed a chance to succeed
I'll be dammed If I can't shake the granduer to see that