 Keep rhymin' Catchin' in on this borrowed time When tomorrow was never promised I'm livin' off a consignment Got front of me my existence Not knowin' when I'ma die Got me dreadin' what's in the distance When life is all I got So I guess I'm just tryin' to flip it Brick and chop it and stretch it Like that 80s epidemic I was born on your praise Which makes the metaphor fit And didn't it, didn't it Open your mind just a little bit Hope you feel inspired