smh records get ready yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah we the future yeah yeah yeah yeah im the rose that rose in a dark room hieroglyphs from a lost tomb telling us that the end is about to start soon if the sun dont shine then we all doomed these record labels wont let my art bloom theyd rather go and sign these so called goons but most of them cartoons and the radio is fucking up my car tunes im just riding burning gas blowing car fumes tell the sharks that im sharpening the harpoon huh im a tenth grade drop out and they asking me to dumb it down i tell them im smart enough im just being honest now born from a town where the cowboy is ecstatic where its all about your power and your status i guess im just a flower in the attic ive got one flower ive got one flower in the attic ive got one flower ive got one flower in the attic ive got one flower ive got one flower in the attic precious lord take my hand to overcome this its going to take strength god i didnt finish college got a backstreet degree so as i wade through the water watch over me my stepfather cant read mama got one lung and bills tend to weigh in with a social income and rap where im from theres tax on that it brings me down so lord i got problems i put it off for my kids and motivation like this lets get this shit clear nappy roots is my lifeline say things to keep me in my right mind just at the right time keep the wind at my back and a face full of sunshine punch the clock rise till quitting time ive seen a lot of things go wrong  i just want mine wasnt i there oohh wasnt i there oooh yeah its like a flame secluded in the dark thats me alluding to the arts see we came from a luminous park my sunshine turned to rain and abuse from the start i graduated from the school of argue already know to tell the world drained me of life i turned pale and though i tried to put sand in the bucket i never could afford me a rubber or band so man fuck it im a lost cause playa if it wasnt for rap id be a fucking with the cops out there heavy metal glock all slayer cant afford a drown hit you for a quarter pound broad day what guitar player ever hit chords without struggle you wouldnt know what rift to play so consider what you fear and loathe to be a gift thats it just dont let your talent drift away everything that shine aint bright and everything that glitter aint gold just water me a flower only bloom when its sunny outside and they lie dont believe what youre told i came through from the struggle 