A Little Change of Pace

So, as a break from the norm in this blog, I thought I would post another song I wrote [in core 145]. Its not a "Christian" song and doesn't have a deep spiritual meaning, it was just a fun song with, in my opinion, some pretty fun lyrics. So without further ado:

Everyone's the same someone had to do it new
I'm a baby in the game comin' straight out the womb.
Got the skills of a surgeon, save the game from the tomb
but I still rock the mic, make the crowd go "oooo."
And the crowd goes "ahhh" and the crowd goes "booo,"
but what do I do, wipe the dust off my shoes
and move on to the next one, maybe they'll like this one
but then the thought hits me . . . "why do I try to impress the ones who diss me?'
So I'll keep doin my thing while the others chase the bling
and the others chase the cars and the others hit up bars
and while others chase the girls I'll be buildin' my world. . . ya I'll be buildin' my world.
By now some of you don't like me, maybe even spite me
but they can act like Tyson and bite me.
And maybe I don't look like the guy that you think I should
I'm shinin' like a star boy, you can call me Hollywood.
I'm livin' like a man should, doin' what I knows good,
no drink, no drugs, no guns, no slugs.
I scare people when I get mad -- like Herman Munster
and I'll devour any rapper here call me the J. Kooke monster.
I'm a murderer, so someone call a priest
or maybe a doctor, cuz I just killed the beat
Someone kill the beat; ok start it up again,
I can't go acapella, I'll leave that to 8 mile 'n' Eminem.
And I don't go hard and I don't pretend to;
like the lonely kid on the playground I just wanna be friends with you.
So why don't you and I make a friendship that lasts
and put our differences behind us, forget about the past.
But I'm gettin in a bad mood, I'll just move on
with a heart of true forgiveness that I'm still workin' on.
I'm becoming a better me, and it's a hard task;
sometimes I wanna quit - will this always last?
But let's get back to where we started and make this a happy song,
like Sandler on the golf course I'm 'bout to get my Gilmore on
and take a trip to my happy place,
a big cabin by the lake
and make your troubles fade away
to fret about another day.
Like the end of a western I'll ride off into the sunset
and hope like a narcoleptic that this puts all your doubts to rest.