Woke up, hooped out of the bed then looked at the time

looked in the mirror, rubbed my eyes kinda shocked what i find

is this thing true, or is this some image that is trapped in my mind

is this the me that you see, or am i just crazy and legaly bind

an image of greatness, flawless is a term i think that is fine

twisting and turning my mind gets to whurling

the thoughs in my head are twurling and hurling

is this the me you see??

iv herd all the rumors the say i look good

i thought i looked like a fool and hid under a hood

i dont really accept it but i think that i should

i want to say it and i think that i could

is this this the me that you see? damn i look good