Verse
I wonder sometimes if my life is good,
It should, ‘cause I would do all that I could,
But, am I virtuous? Something I trust,
Never put up with what’s unjust,
Do what I must and I start to realize,
I don’t care about what I see with these eyes,
Care about pride and what’s inside,
Lied all this time ‘cause in rhyme I denied,
It’s all about me, and how it’s gonna be,
In the future newer ways to believe,
I breathe, seek to see, scenes easily,
Easy’s key, agree with me,
Fuck true happiness, that crap is sick,
Kick virtuous into the thick of shit,
See how it holds up with eternal bliss,
Only one chance to hit or miss,
So, join this diss as I resist,
Insist on existence in this abyss,
My goal is happiness and that path is clear,
Fuck this rap game, I’ll rule with fear,
As president, you’ll shed a tear,
Then shed a few more as I raise my spear,
And shout to the world, all bow down,
All shall suffer while I’m around.
Chorus
I want happiness in this life, in this life,
And there’s only one way to do it right, do it right,
I fight and I fight,
Until I’m the king of this muthafuckin’ land, and muthafuckin’ sky,
You don’t ask why, you don’t ask why,
‘Cause there’s no way I could ever reply, ever reply,
But I’ll try, but I’ll try,
But I’ll try, but I’ll try.
Verse
To gain happiness to me at least,
Is to see all you kids bow to me,
Buy my CD, I will decree,
Two or three or sent out to sea,
On a boat with a hole, weighed down with coal,
In the middle of the ocean, knowin’ my patrol,
Will sink that ship with a torpedo,
In case you somehow gain control,
‘Cause happiness, it is my goal,
Straight from the mouth of Aristotle,
That shit I did, not my fault,
All of it was unintentional,
Don’t believe me though, well what the fuck you know?
I can’t be blamed for this sweet-ass flow,
Rhyme with skill and chill when it’s slow,
Ain’t done yet, this beat still has to grow,
Violence doesn’t really enjoy me,
Unless it’s Don Zimmer and it’s on TV,
So relax, I won’t be president,
‘Cause with shit like that, I’m too hesitant,
Lesson plan, listen close,
Contemplate, for it makes the most,
Of your time in this world, and I will too,
I belong on top, y’all know it’s true.
Chorus
I want happiness in this life, in this life,
And there’s only one way to do it right, do it right,
I fight and I fight,
Until I’m the king of this muthafuckin’ land, and muthafuckin’ sky,
You don’t ask why, you don’t ask why,
‘Cause there’s no way I could ever reply, ever reply,
But I’ll try, but I’ll try,
But I’ll try, but I’ll try.
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