Hop in the car pop the key in
Drive around at night feeling like Michael Keaton
No Birdman but the knight of the evening
Instead of fighting crime I'm writing rhymes for the weaklings
Protecting their ears
From hypocrites, lying rhymers and syndicates
Controlling all the radio shows so we can listen in
So they can try to convince all of us how sick it is
But yo man I'm fuckin sick of this
Cuz I don't need to be told
What really is dope
When I know I just know
I feel it deep in my soul
It strikes a chord resonating within
Giving me goosebumps that cover every inch of my skin
And it just can't be me
That feels this way
There are billions of people today
So there's probably gotta be somebody having same thoughts as me
Possibly got some peeps to follow me along this odyssey
Cuz music is more than just a commodity
It's the human soul presented to you audibly
Unfiltered, uncut, raw with no apologies
Speaking of the rise of kings or falling like the autumn leaves
But if I'm speaking honestly talk is cheap
That's why I focus on the artistry
You would think creativity is hard to keep
It’s high in demand but there's enough supply for all your needs
Yes
It's called life and experience
Trials tribulations
Ups and downs
Highs and lows
You know how the cliche goes
But it's true
I had to find the hard way on my own
Yeah
I’m still young and still learning
And won’t stop until my wheels stop turning
Yeah
I’m still young and still learning
And won’t stop until my wheels stop turning
Yeah
I’m still young and still learning
And won’t stop until my wheels stop turning
Yeah
Forever young forever learning
And won’t stop until the wheels stop turning