Let it be known I'm back in my zone, adderalled out/
Running with bulls I'm a matador now/
Red cape, black glove, white half mask/
(Pause) A phantom in the ring with flag half mast/
For soldiers dying in war/
With no family, and no legacy, this rhyme is for y’all/
For y’all I put my life in the song,
Write it despite of the wrongs/
Because society decide on what's wrong/
Armstrong I just cycle along, like lance/
With balls yo, regardless what he hold in his pants/
To live strong or die weak, something to ponder/
‘Cuz the strength only come when its harder/
No shortcuts to achieve, George W. Carver/
Watch me, like Gandhi, from a starver to martyr/
Like the Buddha, I'm apart of Siddhartha, and he's part me/
‘Cuz Partly in my heart is nirvana/
And I'm searching for the rest of the pieces/
But what I seek is, keeping me from what will achieve it/
Some of y’all follow my plight, ‘cuz to reach it/
Mean I didn't crave it, and I know that I need it/
Herman Hesse novel on the Gotama, read it/
So you can understand what I'm speaking in these lines/
These rhymes, no dumbing it down/
Smarten up when I'm coming around/
Or get left behind/