i said so what you got a little something on the high end but does it ever really make you feel good got something to say yeah i said so what they trying to put you down on the low end but do they ever really really feel good got something to say yeah what happens when your material things become immaterial does the fear in you bring you the same type of adrenaline a few thousand hearing you sing or does it bring you to your knees while youre clearing your brain i know im after the same treading water after every offer that has came trying to be myself in the valley of the fake trying to fix myself up every hour could break and when the times get easier now they all needing you following the leader to the promised land a modest man i was before i won the war and when things were difficult no one ever gave a fuck maybe skill maybe luck either way i made it up and so what so what where do you go when everyone is gone the same people who first appeared when you got on it aint equal to the years that made it seem so long for you to achieve the damn things you knew all along and i battled the same so original they couldnt give my style a name now theres a million mes but only one runs the lane and scores points with honesty i aint after the fame and when it came to the breaking point people raised they hands so i had to make a point roll it up and fold it up i walked into the joint and made it mine and when it boiled to particulars getting down or living it up or giving it up or giving a who knows where how and what or maybe why 