I Think My First Album

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Look, If You Had One Shot, Or One Opportunity. To Seize Everything You Ever Wanted In One Moment. Would You Capture It Or Just Let It Slip?

I've Got To Formulate A Plot Or End Up In Jail Or Shot, Success Is My Only Option, Failure's Not.

Step By Step, Heart To Heart, Left Right Left. We All Fall Down Like Toy Soldiers. Bit By Bit, Torn Apart, We Never Win.

Never Was A Gangsta, Till I Graduated To One.