I’ve wasted a lot of time in my short life,
I’ve despaired, but I didn’t take pocket knife.
The judges of contest aren’t recognizing,
Fudge on the concerts isn’t agonizing!
Fly stars? Ha-ha. Star Wars. Earth vs. Mars.
Death or best marks, freedom behind the bars.
I just said it, that my head is full of [bad word] 
My last sadness is about why I lost my luck.
For everybody with money whether is always sunny.
I’m not a Baks Bunny, but I tired from being funny.
You must be able to deal well with people,
Cut a dash in eyes and you will top this steeple.
Of course I guilty myself in my fails,
The purse is empty, I don’t live in fairytales.
I have plenty of time before me to rich goal,
You’ll never know my mime – I look as simple soul.

I don’t care about public reprimand,
Throw setbacks and mistakes I’ll be on the mend.
I try to be independent from stereotypes,
Despite precedent events and opponents hypes.
I make gaps by crowbar as Gordon Freeman,
Take a nap if you gossip and always bemean.
The world is unjust; it’s time to get accustomed.
Would you like to be significant? You have a great gusto.
We can astound, us will imitate,
Longing is bound and ability to animate.
Everything in our arms, everybody knows it.
Embody your dreams, don’t be with dull wit.
In general, we are ourselves painters:
You draw funeral or happy instants.
So, If I will do step by step every day,
You’ll have to watch dubsteps dance and ask me to stay!