Laf

Yo
 Reminiscing but I don't trust my memory no more
 So I'm cursed to face whatever bitter mysteries are stored
 In my conscious, my psychosis says I'm the dopest, but
 History's telling a different short story
 Complete with all the mistake and minus the glory
 All the nights at home I write alone, my life is just boring
 I'm on the edge of taking that shit and making that list
 Of all the other lost souls that said they hate it and quit
 Another gifted misfit statistic but shit, before that
 I'll go ballistic and keep slangin' this spizzit
 And try to get rich until Joe Black visits (ha, ha, ha)
 I'm truly optimistic dammit
 How'd I end up with this talent? I promise I didn't plan it
 Maybe my birth was with the lining of the planets
 An' despite it's a struggle somehow I manage
 But this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah)
 No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah)
 No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah)
 No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah, yeah)