Cranium Spaces

I'm shuffling papers again
Like a chump, when
It hits me that later today
I'll be jumping
On stage
In a stadium
Breaking my way into
the cranium spaces
these laymens can’t touch.
If you’re a hater
Or faking the funk,
I’ll be the baker
And take ya to lunch,
I’ll make it rain
And get paid what I want,
Fortune and fame
With my name in the front
page as the face of the greatest
To bust,
Phrases so blatantly blazing
I must
be crazy though maybe it’s fated
And just
my place to create these
Amazingly structured
Flows for the sake
Of the ladies who love
To chase me and faint
As I wave from the bus
Crying and shaking
And making a fuss
While the band's fading
Away in the dust
Yeah man I know I'm just daydreaming
But,
Life is a dream, I'm not waking it up.........