[bad word]  
IÂ’m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. 
every day that goes by..is the same old thing 

(Verse 1) 
I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock 
every day this battleÂ’s fought, snooze buttons a flop 
but today I win the [bad word]  with time to cuddle 
embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble 
hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke 
clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke 
“ring” your a joke! all in my ear through the phone 
thatÂ’s my OTHER girl, the one that hates when IÂ’m stoned 
so IÂ’m torn but I know where my heart is 
but the temptress's so inventive when I spark it 
seducin me with her words in different ways I never heard 
the pipe or the girl.. which one do I prefer? 
Thinking too much, I need to get my [bad word] to school 
always late to class in fact barely getting through 
grades are slippin, minds flippin on me 
thinking crazy thoughts man itÂ’s like a dream 
 [bad word]  
IÂ’m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. 
every day that goes by..is the same old thing 

(Verse 2) 
so now IÂ’m on the shame train bus 23 
thinkin bout friends, foes and family 
like how my best friend was family to me 
till making friends with the foe to [bad word] my enemy 
but see, times werenÂ’t always ugly like that 
from first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back 
until his train of thought got derailed off track 
by that rock known as crack placed in his path 
but how could I tell? he played it off real well 
smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel 
in and out of jail with babies on the way 
kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay 
loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment 
but at that rate, sun rays came like his payments 
in fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly 
money taken from me, like he was not guilty 
and never found exit only his next hit 
his will power had biceps but couldn't flex it 
now heÂ’s in prison forgiven I won't forget 
our youth and how surreal this life can get... 
 [bad word]  
IÂ’m wanderin free..just living in a dream.. 
every day that goes by..is the same old thing 

(Verse 3) 
yo my exitÂ’s here, i hit the bell for the bus stop 
still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk 
my girls waiting, arms folded with that look 
the look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books 
man what do I tell her, I know who IÂ’d choose 
but before my lips could move, she leaves me confused 
off in the distance, she's shrinking from view 
but I guess thatÂ’s the [bad word] on this path I pursue 
where focus is gone, smoking every night 
choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life 
I need to make things right I wanna feel whatÂ’s real 
cause livinÂ’ in a dream got my purpose concealed 
so I gaze at my [bad word] with backpacks [bad word] like they cared so much what if I had that? 
I ask that as I pick up me feet 
showered by sunrays but wandering free 
and blend into the scene where things aint what they seem 
into a scene where things ainÂ’t what they seem 
searching for a moment of clarityÂ… 
itÂ’s like IÂ’m living in a dream.