I've got the understanding of a four year old
I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul
I've got the rationale of a New York cop
I've got the patience of a chopping block
I've got the acumen of a seasoned pro
I've got the legacy of a billion souls
I've got the world down my back but I don't seem to care
I've got the comprehension of a world unaware
Can't you trip like I do?
Laid out on my back, I can't sleep, 'cause I'm slumming
Eyes in my teeth, I can't see, 'cause I'm eating
Head full of noise, I can't think, 'cause it's crushing
Back on my feet like a freight train, I'm coming