often im in the general population, i see a pretty face and go after it, i see everything that fits, the tender touch of a kiss, the women with a body and lips, talking to women is a job, not a hobby, something i got to do, popping up here and there, because they are my weakness, a regular with money and women as his weakness, so i stroll through areas, of uncharted charts, come up with conversations, with no realizations, like a story mode on playstation, i cant erase this rain, the pain of a lost love, so my heart is with her, tearing hearts of another, a pretty face meets my eyes, i cant erase, no need to surprise, i idolize, and fantize, of things to get better, more even, but these blank thoughts is decieving, so i turn my back, hey, im leaving, theres no need for me to believing, in the crutcail things that brings, the same meaning in my life, got to survive through this black holocaust, that every boss paid a cost, then took a lost, i cant see the success of an out of lession, during the confession, that love is testing, any questions, i wait, but ive been waiting to long for the answer, death by a bullet or cancer, smoking to calm my nerves, saying my thoughts, sometimes you never heard, words of a verse is often cursed, cure me from my hateful belief, but wen seasons changes, friends fall like leaves, how can a man manage this damage, how can a man stand instead of crawl, wen they shot his knee caps off, how can a man see the future wen looking to the past, how can a man outlast time, which he soon to find theres no peace that comes to mind, im an ordinary person, but my words seem to keep cursing,like ***, wen will this stop, cops, no sounds from them, my rage listen to eminem, can you take a picture of my words on films, if a picutre is a thousand words, which i can show a thousand verbs, which is a small few, im in the selection, of the general population