This is a glimpse into my life and what I like and what I do
When I'm not riding my bike I look out the window
And watch the view, I live in a city in a rain forest next to ocean
And the mountains look real big to this native Nova Scotian
Most of the time I write rhymes in the confines of my bedroom
I like chilling in this city, but most of all I like its legroom
I like how people here do whatever they please
Vancouver, BC, I like them big huge trees
Everyone can talk, I mean it's not a crime
Secrets get told, some folks tell them all the time
Like they couldn't or wouldn't try to test what they could do
With their thoughts if they ever stopped to think
That maybe it's not all true
All you ever hear is talk, talk, talk
Too scared to make a move and walk, walk, walk
The line like Johnny Cash and act shocked when you find
The way to get ahead is to come from behind
I root root for the underdog but still gotta give credit
To those who know better but who still let it happen
I don't want to spread dirt and tell you things I don't mean
I used to be real dirty but now I've gone clean
I'm using my time well and burning the candle
And it will smell of Sandalwood paneling
It's a good thing this vessel has good handling
Otherwise, I'd be shipped to shore
I've given all I got but still they always want more
And if your in the driver's seat, they want you to follow
And if you let them in, they'll feed on you until your hollow
Ring Ring the telephone, it's always you calling
Crying on the phone telling me how far you've fallen
You call a lot, I want to know hey, hey
Why do you call my house everyday?
When I see you at a show, just go away
'Cause you're not the one for me
They say I'm just some hippy, mama's what's wrong with me
I never say stoked or trippy but I do any drug they slip me
This is a glimpse into my life and what I like and what I do
When I'm not riding my bike I look out the window
And watch the view, I live in a city in a rain forest next to ocean
And the mountains look real big to this native Nova Scotian
Most of the time I write rhymes in the confines of my bedroom
I like chilling in this city but most of all I like its legroom
I like how people here do whatever they please
Vancouver, BC, I like them big huge trees
You know, I won't stop thinking, I can't stop drinking
I want a real woman not just some chick to put my dink in
In my room it's high noon and there's a showdown at sundown
I love the high I get from a gunfight but can't stand the comedown
When you become a rapper you open up your life to people
Everytime I do a show, I show a little more shoulder, hold the
Mic like a lighthouse, keeping watch over the landscape
Give my man an Ezra Pound, the 5th element is the handshake
Goddammit I can't stand it, too many folks so serious
It's simply too easy to have and be a comedian
And ride the median between raw and delirious
Oh it's Mr. Magic, he's so mysterious, synonymous made muse
I'm contagious when I choose to be deluding the authorities
And their outrageous views, I'm one of those whose paid his dues
But got a few screws loose
I've made the best use of booze and bodily abuse
The boys meet to eat the breakfast at Bon's Off Broadway
Another shot there, buddy, well, yeah, okay, why not?
A lot what I put in my body is shoddy and cheap
But I can't afford to eat that well and still have a place to sleep
I keep good company and hang with the totally insane
I love living this lifestyle where nothing ever stays the same
With change comes the rains
And everyone goes through growing pains
I want to do my laundry but I can't remove the stains
