Credit for the beat goes to WyteNoiz check it out - http://www.newgrounds. com/audio/listen/407470

Just a little something I wrote here I guess. Turn up ya headphones.

And I'm gonna give this game all that I've got until the day that I die
'Cus you all know that I, Well I'm on fire
And I'm gonna write my name on this rock and claim that it's mine, Yeah it's all mine
'Cus you already know that I, Well I'm on fire

Write my troubles down and I fight on humble on ground,
All I gotta do is shovel now and choose which road to stumble down
I left my old shoes way back in some other town
I step over the old rules leavin' both my brothers bound
Believin in the hope I found, been cleanin' out the gutters now,
Breathin' in the smokey cloud, the kettle leaves me chokin' loud
All I know now is to pave my own way
'Cus I'm left here never knowin' when all this will fade away
So take me downtown in the middle of a rainy day
I'd rather be at work, but the weather has bad timing eh
I try to keep on puttin' shiney dimes up in my tiny bag
Savin' up for all the troubles that'll someday find my blade
Crankin' paces on the double racin' to my untimely grave
Makin' sure to wave and think of all the friends that I have made
And just try not to think about how every single one's a slave
I think that I been put here just to rattle everybody's chains yo

Hate how you need a car to drive those high steaks
So I break on through the scenic route the wind through my face
Been dreamin' 'bout my sweetest tooth that's got me irrate
See, it's fiendin' for the greenest loot to bring back to my place
Stand to attention, stand in a line
Granted redemption, still flyin blind.
Manage this sentence, there's truth in the signs
So I know I'm not the only one who's too cool to hide
From the bombs in the songs and we're all singing along
Running through the fog with no meaning at all
Always wondering if what we're breathing's bringing serious harm
And man they'll never tell you what killed Curious George
If you knew you would be furious and cleaning your sword
If you you knew what it is I know you'd be leaving your law
Under the hypno control of the t.v. screen stars
Been a victim of the gold yeah I believe we are
Wishin that I'll grow older than these streets and their cars