i write on someone else’s paper
i’m breathin’ someone else’s air
and I’m wonderin’ if that later
no one else is gonna care
it’s been seven months i've been here
and it seems i’m doin’ time
with my doubts and with my fear
i’ll go back to a life of crime
i’ve got proof
i’ve got time
i’ve got rhythm and rhyme
and i see it’s my turn
and they thought i’d never learn
i’d been hoping for revival
another chance in another place
i want more than survival
i am more than just a face
if by chance that i surpass you
don’t discount my gratitude
it’s from your comfort and your wisdom
i derive my attitude