Poe Picasso - Confused I Was - Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project

Download Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project here: http://www.zshare.net/download/53600318f20ce2d2/ http://www.poepicasso.com (Verse I) Confused I was, real quiet kinda timid, one to mind his business, type of nigga catch me mixing liquors wit the older niggas/I never let a nigga violate me only once, flashbacks had my ego bruised for a couple months/was slumped over coochie, even got snuffed over coochie, what I look like fightin for unfaithful coochie/you can have it dog, trust me I aint mad at all, I broke it off and move and moved along and found some green pastures uh/no ladys man, insecure Albert Brenneman, Alex Hitchens turned me into Marcus Graham/yeah this is now but that was then, I wasnt debonair with the gear nor was I Dapper Dan/confused, various substances I abused and fused my appetite for booze, with me writing blues/the volume on the iTunes tuned up to tune out negative rumors, that they spewed out/about, the same artist more commonly known, synonymous flows and pushing the envelope/like the Postman, Kevin Costner, Oscar nominated, best screen, soundtrack and most hated/waited, till my patience got jaded, tired of waiting, so anxious like Ginuwine but more refine/confused I was, and I dont blame on the liquor and drugs Im stone cold/but not Stone Cold Steve Austin, but stone cold like Jimmy Morrison, man Im overdosing, over ya heads like jet fly bys, or David Ames in the Vanilla Sky, no one got the storyline Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/who am I, where am I, what am I doing, delusion, illusions of confusion/ (Verse II) Home alone like McCauley, mommy hardly there, poppa never seen him, never cried, never shed a tear/he turned ghost Patrick Swayze, directly 5 days after my birthday he pasted away/there I stood still in disbelief, right beneath my weary feet, six feet of soil their he lay deceased, in peace/confused I was, disconnected like tripping the plug (watch ya foot homey)/Im Matt Damon with an ultimatum, Jason Bourne, scorned, identity torn, ducking from federal agents, from Dusk til Dawn, me and Architect like Riche & Seth Reservoir Dogs gripping fire arms/Mr. Brown meets Mr. Blonde, and Problem Child is my confidant, thats my right-hand man, the whole plan already underway, decoys already deployed its too late, they took the bait/gave us time to assimilated and infiltrate, the whole game from the inside and blow it sky high, boom/confused I was, and I dont blame it on the liquor and drugs, or on the second thought http://www.myspace.com/poepicasso http://www.facebook.com/pages/Poe-Picasso/42628594946