I live my life with a heart and a beat Like a hobo with a guit, I part my art in the street And I hope for a quarter or a buck in the case Spit a rhyme for all my love and finally find my place And anyone that says I'm whack, yeah I caught that hate But my rhymes will penetrate and easily demonstrate That I'm not the average rapper that they cite in City Page Or the trendy little fan who wanna try and get deranged You can call me weird or you can call me normal But you should call me Colin just to keep it all informal Friends with your favorite dude, paint my ways they been removed I been known to rock Nikes, sandals and skater shoes I' been called a preppied I been called a straight fiend I don't care for labels or even know what they mean Just know upon the rhythm that I flip it way clean And of better raps than you in my daydreams Chorus: Blood Pumping, Chest Thumping It's the way of things No heroes, cuz nobody can save the scene Ain't it difficult to just say what you mean But the Heart still breathes when the air still streams Head Nodding Neck Bobbing It's the way that we think The speaker on tilt while they taking a drink And the show is not over 'til we say it's complete And the mind never sleeps while I have a HEARTBEAT Wrapped up in cosmic while you thinking pathologic CD we have to drop it give the people happy product. Written Bars and Freeform, Keep Warm in sota Storm Kurt Russell with the Captain, speech is going overboard Over more heads than a flight on a cloudy day I don't need approval to spit what I'm allowed to say I don't really trip when I look and see a doubtful face I can make it flip with a bit of my rowdy traits Party animal, I'm a keg tiger But only when I'm filling cups to get the legs hyper Dancing on the stained rug, bowing like a trained thug I can take a hit, but not a spliff of the laced drugs I don't need the ecstasy I just need a melody Buy me up and sell it free wake 'em up and tell 'em please ANA is BNC, never quit never cease All Day Every Day Living Independently Chorus I live my life with a heart and beat You don't need a person test just to tell I'm unique I been living like DRE with a cuff and crease And banging all the cop cars just to f%$k the police You hear a lotta weak ish, hear look at me ish But what happened to telling true stories in a sequence May 9th 2010, I was in a bad way Almost burnt out like a blunt up in the ashtray Ambulance picked me up, took me for a short ride White lights and medic men telling me it's your time Russ grabbed the phone quick, calling up the folks My mouth was so dry that every breath made me choke Hey look what I won, DIabetes Type I No more twix bars, god dammit it's quite fun But I'm standing, knucks got my back Until my sugar runs out I'm killing every track. Chorus

I live my life with a heart and a beat Like a hobo with a guit, I part my art in the street And I hope for a quarter or a buck in the case Spit a rhyme for all my love and finally find my place And anyone that says I'm whack, yeah I caught that hate But my rhymes will penetrate and easily demonstrate That I'm not the average rapper that they cite in City Page Or the trendy little fan who wanna try and get deranged You can call me weird or you can call me normal But you should call me Colin just to keep it all informal Friends with your favorite dude, paint my ways they been removed I been known to rock Nikes, sandals and skater shoes I' been called a preppied I been called a straight fiend I don't care for labels or even know what they mean Just know upon the rhythm that I flip it way clean And of better raps than you in my daydreams Chorus: Blood Pumping, Chest Thumping It's the way of things No heroes, cuz nobody can save the scene Ain't it difficult to just say what you mean But the Heart still breathes when the air still streams Head Nodding Neck Bobbing It's the way that we think The speaker on tilt while they taking a drink And the show is not over 'til we say it's complete And the mind never sleeps while I have a HEARTBEAT Wrapped up in cosmic while you thinking pathologic CD we have to drop it give the people happy product. Written Bars and Freeform, Keep Warm in sota Storm Kurt Russell with the Captain, speech is going overboard Over more heads than a flight on a cloudy day I don't need approval to spit what I'm allowed to say I don't really trip when I look and see a doubtful face I can make it flip with a bit of my rowdy traits Party animal, I'm a keg tiger But only when I'm filling cups to get the legs hyper Dancing on the stained rug, bowing like a trained thug I can take a hit, but not a spliff of the laced drugs I don't need the ecstasy I just need a melody Buy me up and sell it free wake 'em up and tell 'em please ANA is BNC, never quit never cease All Day Every Day Living Independently Chorus I live my life with a heart and beat You don't need a person test just to tell I'm unique I been living like DRE with a cuff and crease And banging all the cop cars just to f%$k the police You hear a lotta weak ish, hear look at me ish But what happened to telling true stories in a sequence May 9th 2010, I was in a bad way Almost burnt out like a blunt up in the ashtray Ambulance picked me up, took me for a short ride White lights and medic men telling me it's your time Russ grabbed the phone quick, calling up the folks My mouth was so dry that every breath made me choke Hey look what I won, DIabetes Type I No more twix bars, god dammit it's quite fun But I'm still standing, knucks got my back Until my sugar runs out I'm killing every track. Chorus