I guess it sounds a little tired, but from an open heart I am
Desperately seeking something to put my trust in
And all those calls for therapy will be irrelevant
Once little old me drops rhymes like Eric B. is President
I'm sorry for it, don't want to argue actually
But this whole thing here has to flop, if just conceptually
'Cause I don't have a clue what kids are asking these days
You think they mean the same as I do, when they say hip-hop, bae?
Never again will I be able to do it with the clown kids
Nah, I'm on some we wear the crown shit
That's why I'll stand up to this stress test though
I mean, for real now - FFWL1
Yes, it's true that things are going crazy
I'm going under lately
Only a miracle can save me
But years ago there was a miracle already
Hundredthousands, really
Of miracles that saved me
I moil away like below ground, all for some peanuts and an egg
Yep, old Mo is still a vegan, wherefore just the peanut's left
But with how little things I'm shifting, I could booze it up instead
And I would tear my hair out, if it hadn't come off yet
My poor heart on my sleeves, going through flows in me
Is only worth a couple cigarette butts and a canned beer
But whores are wrong talking 'bout "deadly", I am up for this
'Cause to reach another rainbow, this storm is requisite
And isn't this my life's whole point, to give a fuck 'bout what they say
Says I, the paper kite needs headwind in order to be raised
Without miracles, I know this, I wouldn't be here it all
Homes, it's already appeared, just needs to come to the fore
Baruch Hashem2
1. From Frankfurt with Love2. Praised be His Name