I'm just an ordinary guy, extraordinary time spentnOrdering my life working over-time nightsnHoldin wires and mics under these lights, but besides thatnAlways find time to get love and give it right backnnnI'm just an ordinary guy, a baby from the eightiesnGot a little bit of A.D.D, perhaps maybenWe've been made to be sedated and suchnThen we work while they break then they say that we play too muchnI ain't known to make it out to every single eventnSometimes I live in my bed, with just a pad and a pennAnd a broken ipod I bought stolen from the blocknGot holes in the soles of a third of my socksnNeck deep in contradiction in the gut of the beastnIf you in debt, then everything you own is on leasenCause, money don't translate to talentnMoney, and talent don't mean you're guarenteed anything, honeynIt's funny, when conditions cause anything to happennFinally got a comma in my check account balancenThe 27 year challenge of the cursenMade me even outlive Janice, Janet, Jimmy and CurtnnnI'm just an ordinary guy, ignoring all the hypenI let it all pass me bynI got one life, one micnBut I'll try, to always stay humblenWith the fist in the sky and a bowl of brown ricenJust an ordinary guy, extraordinary time spentnOrdering my life working over-time nightsnHoldin wires and mics under these lights, but besides thatnAlways find time to get love and give it right backnnnI'm just an ordinary guy, with music as a jobnIf I could do it, the least you could do is give it a trynThere's no use, just sitting asking why these ballers rocknChains like a fallen chain just to stay flynMan I'm cool, with just a pair of reeboks and vansnSome artists think they too hard to talk to their fansnI might, battle just to keep this art sharpnAnd maybe take a ride through the jewish part of Seward ParknWhere the view of Lake Washington is not too farnBut far enough, it might be a minute till the comeupnAnd people keep asking how I lost this weightnMore work and less food on the plate, MannJust a simple plan with a little bit of self disciplinenTo, keep writing, keep spitting, keep em listeningnTo keep on doing what I do to get a salarynMy number one mission is to make my son proud of mennI'm just an ordinary guynSometimes I ponder if the consequence of all of this trying to be an artist isnHarder then it needs to be, wipe the sleep in mynEye and sip the ? cause the grind never sleepsnI know time moves slow, we on the road againnI hate leaving but I love coming home againnIt's like we only see the citys at night butnPhonecalls and voicemails from home make me feel alrightn