Darkie, why you looking so sad? Go and take a walk or write a song up on your notepad For what you have you should be grateful, why aren't you more glad? "Yo, keep on killing shit", "I'll see you later", "Oh, for sure, man" It's been a fat ass minute, ain't been feeling right A hypochondriac dissatisfied, my room got no light at times Fuck all of the people judging, you got no right And neither do I The sight of new eyes, a side of you cries Man, it's been a minute I been feeling bad but I been fighting I'm enlightened to the fact that I have limited time I get to spitting these rhymes And lay a shit in your mind They want my lips intertwined So they can leave me behind But I will not submit, I will survive Go make a difference while you are still alive To be the bigger man requires that you standing high The bigger man, the more time he fall before he die There will always be a clown here to fake a smile, for you Running through the town laughing, I despise you too Oh, did I surprise you? Cool "Get up", "Do I gotta?", "Why don't you arise, you fool?" Look at me I put a face on, wow Look at me I put a show on, when I go (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Laugh at the clown and his makeup How does he feel when we wake up? I don't know and I don't care I'm unaware of how he faring Glaring, staring at him so intently At the fair inside the tent he Dance for the people Dance like you mean it Motherfucker, everybody be too pussy to move But grip they dick in they room How the fuck did we ever put a stick in our moon? It's funny I'm a cartoon But keep it realer than a bitch Or her nigga that wanna feature Lemme teach ya how I deal with these reachers that tryna leech us Keep the fuck to myself And my spiders we throw a circus For the good of my health I make entertaining the purpose of it Sing along, have a ball When the clown slip and fall When the jester get mad Put a gun in his hand Rest in peace to Robin Williams Here to act for God and villains Brightest person, darkest feelings Interfere with Satan's dealings, yo, yo