This is a song about "Something in the way"

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

My rhyming's contained in the slightest haze, you couldn't write this way

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Spend the rest of your life in prison is easy off or something

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Wake up in the morning and i go bout my way

I don't see your dumb ass ego's in the way

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Gotta say it was a good day

We stuck here,in the dirt,no way

And i ain't never plan to be famous

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

They say they would shoot the pistol at anyone in my way, in my way