This is a song about "The world goes on"

I ponder on how ill change the world

Long as she come to me first

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

On top of the world but underground

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Oh hey, there goes my mind on the floor right beside you,

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

' alright, already, the show goes on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Relationships should never rewind

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

Guess i’m different than most

Nos, however the name goes,