"I put my soul through the ink/Bless a path with thoughts at my thoughts, before I grow extinct/My back-bone disowned by zone,Why roam? called home/But now on I'm all alone/Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans/No wonder my hands, tight where the Internet ends/I take back, most of the flack/The stress smokes, press me close to the crack/Like my pops, the ghost of my past/Thyme and Mudd, Jay Dee and Stuckey/Lately I'm lucky, I don't hate me to touch me/Maybe I'm ugly inside, but smiling to make it/I love y'all dawg, and that's how ever you take it/The fame is an illusion, I'm still losing/In this game, with the rules and../I feel clueless, the streets with the hills blue less/Cops knocking at the door, got me looking real foolish/But I still do this, like I love it, even though I thug it/Keep flossing lights in public, the subject y'all don't know/Stars won't grow, who would dream that scars would show?/Minus the MTV videos with slim/"Up in Smoke" D-12, and many shows with Em/It's still me dawg, no change for change/It's strange, when it pours it rains/I take it back.."
-Proof, "Kurt Kobain"
