My attitude got me walking solo/Ride out alone in my low-low/Watching the whole world move in slow-mo

This all night money making got me outta touch, shit/Ain't flashed a smile in a long while/An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto childs

Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?/To live my life as an outlaw all along

Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure - se…

He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer As he gazed at the London skies Through the Nottingham lace of the curtains Or was it his bees-winged eyes?

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.