"Pass the pad, My turn"
His word was he’s bond, under the all-seeing golden eye
He’s in free fall it’s a damn shame he didn’t realize it
sooner
He woke up in a jungle surrounded by so called kings wasting
their lives consumed with a lion’s pride
The love of the money exists just don't disregard the man
with ten penny's
Think he’s poor but to him he’s spiritually rich
They strove to shoot for the fame, the kid fought he missed
his shot, typical story of an underdog
Little did he know the ability that he held, Mr modern day
think tank,
But sometimes his thoughts became crushing led him on a path
of destruction
Let me formally introduce you to my man's James,
but because he seems he’s doing nothing significant, by the
end you all will forget my man's name
He’s stuck in the Jaws of Life, having to make do with every
odd job to survive another day in these wild streets paved with conceit
Suffering from the pain hoping that the joy sticks to ease
him in transition from downs to ups,
As he comes to terms with life's game
"Do you want the pad back?"
"Nah you can keep it
bro! "
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