Artist: James Crawford
Song: Rough Copy
Album: Fugyous Vol One
Year: 2007

Yo I'm not the type to run around a lot, hopping bars/
Or spend a great deal writing poems, watching stars/
When I'm stuck in traffic and work's not so far/
I try to relax and think at least I got a car/
It could be worse, yes, but it could be better/
Why wait for things to change when you know it could be never/
You see these hands?  I use 'em to work out something clever/
And buckle down for me to achieve my endeavors/
I swear to God, yo, sometimes it's just too sickening/
Listening to stars whine with dough, and jewels glistening/
Foolishness hides the message that you're delivering/
Ignorant of their self, how's THAT for belittling?/
The director holds it down like I own the block/
Dominate the stage, don't front, I'll blow your spot/
And if you listen you'll see that the flow is hot/
I think too much, read frequently, and know a lot, what?!