Life Is...

From the pacific island of samoa via middlemore

And still as raw as the day a little boy was delivered on

To living non-fiction all real, no silicon

Been sitting on a goldmine the way i been killing songs

Underdog, but they try to play this position long

The top cats is looking weak, hella gorilla strong

Ain't kidding dog king kong ain't got shit on me

Word to curren$y i'm flying but ain't got weed on me

You can catch me on a long haul

Riding air new zealand or qantas

Me and che hit the states with no sponsors

And accomplished more than more these fuckhead labels did

Even though they had untold grinds to pay for shit

Pushing trash indie bands whose resume's paper thin

That play south by once then never play again

I play to win, put money on the line i don't have

Then say "fuck it if i fail it ain't so bad"

Being broke, i'd rather take a risk than be a joke

Who thinks he's really living life when he ain't leaving home

I'm trying to see the world they just trying to meet some girls

And get in the club for free for a weekend splurge

See how quick they on my dick when i reemerge

On some jean grae shit, they just real gay pricks

D dot d a bitch, say it with authority

People asking what's good, i'm in that minority

You thinking music sucks now, they're in that majority

Ain't in no fraternity they probably in sororities

And we don't even have those where i'm from

People say the clocks ticking down 'til i blow up

I'm a time bomb but

Great stories don't always get told, ask saigon

I just hope these songs click with people like an nikon

Ironic, 'cause for that i need for them to click the icon

Hit the 'save as' menu button, yeah the right one

Burn a fuckin' cd, chuck it on your ipod

Play it in your car, this some shit you can vibe on

Shouts to adidas, it's been a while since i had nikes on

And anybody else who helped the bro to keep the lights on, yeah