Each step grows bigger and undefined
To the day I will finally pour my heart out
No,Lord,don't let me be refined
Let it be real feeling,without a doubt
Music seems to be fake fantasy
Of sex,hate,immorality,of hurt
Filled with drugs of sinful meth and ecstasy
I want my voice to be heard
Elvis came and rocked the world
Michael moonwalked across the Earth
No women seem to be up there,I want to be the first
To new,fresh,life-giving ,I want to give birth
But,for now,I remain in the studio
Building up a fluid mood and rhyme
We're gonna make cookies in this stove
And keep bakin' till we get to the big time