Don’t Know

I bust the flow for the things I don’t know
I don’t know how many times I have to show
That I want things to be right and be real
I’m tired of trying to play hard, tired of being Mr. Trill
I don’t know what it means to be a pimp
I do know the difference between full-time and temp
I don’t know what it means to walk up and spit game
But I do know how to walk up tell ya ass is lame
I don’t know how to relax instead of being so tense
But I know that I feel that my back is against the iron fence
I have so many books from erotica to self-help
To match the emotions that I sometimes feel in myself
I don’t know a lot, but I do know enough to get
To the bat of life, every time I swing, I hit