I Won'T Bend the Rules

Sometimes I wake up feelin' like Jordan, Jackson, Earvin, or Brown Yeah one of the Michaels, So I analyze how my day will play out and how will my night go, I'm a certified street disciple, in a topsy turvy world some days I roam dizzy on a compass called " How Your Life Goes " So for support I probe inside the Bible, You see pressure bust pipes and mine is building up & I just might blow, My mental fuse during interludes & ghetto interviews, So I tiptoe through them like I'm wearing tiny tennis shoes But I choose not to bend the rules. I approach society with 10 scuffed up knuckles, I flex my muscles, I can't recall my last chuckles, Because I deal with my constant struggles that leaves me befuddled, So while I'm trying to conquer my daily problems, Sometimes I converse with myself about riddles in my life and I'm wondering can I solve them, See I'm 1 move from rock bottom, and it's a strain going uphill trying to keep from tumbling down the Hood Slalem, So I discover a remedy which is to comb the brutal streets with a fine tooth, I'm reassured success because I have information from my Savior and he has mine to, So I won't bend the rules