im money broke and its no joke cant core use the rope this time    nuckel up buckel up the ride's getting rough but i will not loose my mind    i asked em if i could come in and the first thing they said was no    if i cant come in thats mean that i cant come back that means i got nowhere to go    im a hyena fighting for lion share sometimes the lions share aint there    absent from political authority an animal ive become total disorder and confusion    is the life style that i run permit me to do what i want and i will im a nomad to travel    conrete class stone and gravel -chour- every time i turn around it's the same sad story    getting ganked i wish it could end in lifes comisary im a bad missionary with a wicked    message i sent who can i trust in a world of greed when im taught to take and not to give