Yo Reminiscing but I don't trust my memory no more So I'm cursed to face whatever bitter mysteries are stored In my conscious, my psychosis says I'm the dopest, but History's telling a different short story Complete with all the mistake and minus the glory All the nights at home I write alone, my life is just boring I'm on the edge of taking that shit and making that list Of all the other lost souls that said they hate it and quit Another gifted misfit statistic but shit, before that I'll go ballistic and keep slangin' this spizzit And try to get rich until Joe Black visits (ha, ha, ha) I'm truly optimistic dammit How'd I end up with this talent? I promise I didn't plan it Maybe my birth was with the lining of the planets An' despite it's a struggle somehow I manage But this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah) No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah) No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah nah nah) No, this life ain't fair (nah, nah, yeah)