Pipes

Hard choices decorate the walls of my frame, the halls of my fame. But this was never one of them. Everytime I step into the smoke-filled halls of my would-be future, with all my would-be "friends" surrounding me, it just seems so unrealistic.

I'm a volunteer artist, whether my albums are being sold or not. I don't politic for profit, but anything I put over the airwaves, I'm sure you'll connect with it any way you can, and I hope I can inspire you to do the same. I can pull lines from any of the depths of the world, from baby mamas to crazy drama, and bounce off anything that gave me honor.

I'm molding dudes, holding tools, considering the golden rule. I'm the blastmaster who blasts past the back stabbers and bad actors like back crackers who get their facts backwards... my brother! You're not one of them. There are no imperfect boys with perfect lives, and no one wants to hear you sing about tragedy with your pipe half full. I've managed to have a free life with clean pipes. And I won't rewrite my good deeds to a huge mess of would-bes. That's not why I'm here tonight. No.

I'm here tonight as a witness to the amazing things that can and probably will happen. Tonight we're going back to old tradition, with clean pipes and no cares. And I give myself permission to kick the ass of anyone I see doing homework. Just like everyone else, I've got my anti drug, and she knows who she is. And if you're still direction-less after tonight, don't worry. After all, you gotta be lost for anyone to find you.