I'm a modern day man in an old car, listening to the beats of today through a yesterday's machine. I'm a free-form person in a locked up society, where even the cellular components of an all-american saying make just as little sense, yet a big picture. Here's what I am: a hard drive in a soft cruise, an infini-byte mind in a fini-byte body. I'm the digital age, a virtual world; it's a big idea from a small fraction. There's all heavy metal in a light weight car, zooming like speed racer through the veins in my brain. I'm the high-tech low-life; I'm a lean, mean, writing machine whose pen strikes with precision and a well-balanced sense of inability. I may be a rude dude but I'm the real deal, never snoozing so never losing. I'm hanging in for what I'm about, and I'm fallin' hard: over and out.