[Intro: ~Woman~ {*talking*}] Once upon a time there was an old prince* And this old prince had a problem And his problem was that...well...he was an old prince Princes aren't supposed to be old Princes are supposed to grow up and become kings Brother please No more Pamela Lee's let's set it straight I'm the biggest thing out of Canada Til Quebec separate And I never medicate So y'all feel me if I'm ill Like a lump Some dudes used to burn down trees and now they stumped By the simplest questions And everything they think is deception As they sink in depression No telling where our life's headed I'm light-headed From stress, where I write/right hooks like a fight method Like credit I'm indebted for my misuse My life is like a magazine, got so many issues God edits the stories Still tryin' to find the father like Maury He ain't with the stars like Tori Spelling's Spell is out like N.O.R.E. on a quest for glory On a quest for glory On a... Yo In my life and times Writin' rhymes Gone from being my release To puttin' who I be in my release so I can release it Eventually re-coupe maybe cop a Coupe And in a year or two re-lease it I prolly get screwed but who read leases? Legal jargon, people bargain I'll prolly keep the car and Hope it don't crash/Crash like Don Cheadle Starrin' with these non-peaceful hearts And minds with strong egos That only see what they want to see like on TiVO Darlin' I gotta maintain just in my own way (chill) We gon' play these snakes like the phone game And we don't say jack Just bring it back to the facts When it comes time to rock like the stone age On a, on a, on a On a quest for glory, on a quest for glory, on quest for glory