How it is and will be.
Now that I'm moving the pounds and my head has been crowned/
I watch in this town as every cat starts to bow down/
And I keep on growing,.. Slowly smoldering/
Like a volcanoe, waiting to blow and/
You say you got a gat, Well I got a knife../
You wanna place bets on this fight.. this game../
I ignite the flame as I hand you the ace of spades/
I prefer a blade, cuz it stays well in the shade/
It leaves cats unafraid until one decides to betray/
Then without a delay, I slice and their life fades/
My life stays made, Cuz of drugs... and good grades... Hah./
Maybe its the karma of bringing the poor aide, Or maybe../
Im just the jack of all trades, My life is music stuck on play/
Joey D... That's the name you can say/
