Chameleon

Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy Feeling low in the nighttime, right time to blow in the limelight I got my devil on the right side Might fly like a rebel through the white sky Fight back, sipping on a Mai Tai The Pied Piper in a TIE fighter, aye aye captain looking like an Aye Aye Right by me, see my life pass Years go by, it was never that fast Me oh my, could I ever outlast the last of the rappers that actually rap I'll be factually factoring half of these whack actors on a track while my rhapsody cracks Rap city in the back, my backpack filled with mad tracks that'll have to attract Those that'll listen, don't wanna miss em, I just gotta be myself Beat myself in every competition, read by shelves to free my wealth What do I want? What do you know? How do we grow? I've been getting used to feeling this low, skip a couple shows to wallow at home asking myself Who could I be, how I would I act if y'all weren't looking What am I really It's all the same It never changes Who I am and what I can become It's written in stone or in my blood But, I'm getting mad I'm getting Aggravated I'm just getting acclimated I woke up inside a shell to soak in all my affirmations, sick of accusations Accurately attacking others on an active basis Me on the needle that's acupuncture to these rappers faces Half in stasis and half awake, if happily ever after was happenstance you know I'd have to take it Run shit like Pappy Mason, happy days and tax evasion I just took a chance on myself to rap, that's acid raining Actually training, mad refrains, and nasty blaming, taxi, trains, and backseat gaming Blast from the past as I pass every hallmark, transform myself with the all-spark Spark in parked car at the Walmart Fifth round, hit the spliff now, pissed when I got my fist down like an aardvark Hold me down, none of these people know me now Lonely how? Only while He's surrounded by folks that love him But that folks that love him don't know that he's bumming on the rugged With butterflies sitting in his stomach Man, who could I be