[What So Ever]

I thought it was the rollers, outside during the morning getting my paper
Five-Ohh on the front lawn telling me stand there and get my hands up
How the get the warrant when Judge Judy was upstairs already with her pants off
Mills Lane in the cellar, rocking a leather bondage mask restrains with hand cuff
But I wake up, realize that was beyond the materialistic dreams of late
The lights really, set off by the cameras, molding my image the media made
Marionette for your cable television, y’all tell control even my motor skills
I walk, talk, think, how you want, no opinions unless I get permission from you
My bathroom bugged, I don’t even have privacy while shower and shitting
My last time masturbating was more of a conjugal visit, and I’m sick of it…
I tried to speak but yall stalk my shadows down avenues of uncharted waters
As if I was writing my own life, inkwell dried up, and I’m no longer my author
Or is it that I’m just a puppet, not knowing what the blueprints unfolds
How can I Utter my feelings they are not in my control, until I’m told to do so
I grew so I could be my own man dignified in every aspect, but what happened
I wanted the glitz glamour and fame, but the rest I guess comes without asking
My life was planned perfectly; I was going retire before the age of fifty three…
…Two can play at this game, don’t think I haven’t been warming up for weeks
Let’s go for a jog down memory lane, hopefully over hundred of you follow me
Y’all got to Diane, but she was an easy target, but even my dick is out of reach
Now it’s me verse the media, no sign of life for over a half a mile
Y’all got lost in my trail, and no turning back now
Can’t see through the upper canopy and lose your feet in the forest floor
I’ll take you some where, where no one famous has even gone before
Might get your feet wet, and your clothes might have stains in them
Just notify your family that you won’t be home for dinner
Twenty Thousand Leagues into the backlands of North Dakota
And before it’s over, y’all will forgot about stepping on my lawn again…
…It’s the break of dawn, I peer into the horizon and I lost almost all of them
Either gave up, killed by the wilderness, but it’s to early to call it quits
Stalk me to my death, I’ll take them all to my grave with me
Been through the mountains, and the terrains will change even more quickly
This nothing compared to what how the masses and viewers depict me
Discovery Channel and or Animal Planet will have the first live telebroadcast
The lives of millions, will change, all for a laugh
I set traps for the media moguls to go through, but will fail in the end
Ambushed with poisonous darts, unexpected holes, loss of limbs
Too think, everyone who saw this, knows the source of this…
After this clearing of fields a waterfall, will be nearing my view
I hope they learned the swim, while airing “The View”
One hundred feet down, and my stunt man is shooting a different movie
In Hollywood, jumping out of planes seconding as Gary Busey
I reach the edge, of what could be the beginning of the end
It didn’t have to happen this way, if cameras weren’t implanted in my bed
I take one look back, see a few left in my glorified past
I wouldn’t take it all back, the jag, the bags or Money, and the Leer jet
Since the last time I been real was in 87, for Xmas I got an erector set
I leaped…
One thing y’all forgot to wrote was my obituary, sucks done it
If you succeed, and think you have it all, try running from it
If it follows you, keep running, don’t step into my shoes
The move script, couldn’t predict what I did do!!!!!!