Can I beat you?
Do I have the look?
Do you like my possessions,
I’ve acquired in these books?
What about our money?
Am I keeping up to date?
What about our friendship?
Am I pulling my own wait?
I’m still on the grind,
Twenty years I’ve been sitting
Glued to the tube,
Waiting for the news that I hit it
Everything I’m not and all that I am
Has been said and done
Thats part of being a man
Where were you born?
And how was your home?
If I fit in your box,
Would you call me your own?
Would you love me?
Do you love me?
Do I love myself alone?
Do I need your protection?
Am I free to be known?
In my story there’s no loser,
No winner winning
No finish line gimmick,
Just a rhyme to fit in
I just play this one song,
Until it knows to play me
Set down any notion, Of what you want me to be

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