blue skys in world that bleed reds
happy is the key, thats what wifey said
so i smile at the mug faces on mean heads
greet 'em with a whats good, and keep it breezy man
my pen feelin like glee on a sunday
as it runs out of my pocket down the runway
so stylish with a silly little gun play
i draw quicker then a nigga with the gun paint
paint a scene that will gross the most hardened man
shit crawlin on the walls, he cant understand
see he dont feel it, but i feel me
like maserbation over weightin, yes i feel me
like really im on some real "E"
evolution pollutin, you'd think it'd kill me
frozen in time but im movin like a still piece
still life, ya, im spinnin like a mill piece
wind catch like im glidin through a field of dreams
then Again comes to tell me that she feels me
like i feel me....its all a weird dream....Again....