Outro

[Verse]

The worst choice you can make is no choice at all

Learned that in school

Chose the 8 ball

Started selling stuff same colour as your stool

Man I thought making profit was the only rule

Started out small

Gassed, I would act a fool

Even though the olders told me to play it cool

Thought I was the man rolling round with a tool

Didn't understand I was being used like a tool

Young and impressionable, unprofessional

Bound to fall, trying to run before I could crawl

Made a mess of it all

Their loyalty was questionable

But because they were successful

I didn't ask many questions

And through my mistakes, I've learnt many lessons

These are my confessions

On account of my progression

They're true stories

I'm no thespian

Licking out boxes in succession

Like a lesbian

I get them on the horse, like an Equestrian

Serving up food for digestion

And now food for thought

Getting under your skin like a wart

The album is coming

Let's keep things short