What’s this feeling?
Is it nerves,
Which puts me close up to this kerb,
I might slip up abit on the verbs,
But its ok I got me herbs.

I fill the drop in the back of my throat,
Butterflies uplifting, like water for a boat,
I’m reading this to you I hope I don’t chock,
But you know what I don't care.

I don't care what you think,
I don't care what you drink,
I don't care if I chock,
I don't care if I’m soaked in my own body odor.

So look at me now and think to yourself,
I’m not hear for you I'm hear for myself,
And figuring out what its about,
It's about expressions threw this pen I shout,
And with my voice your ears I clout,
But I have no doubt!

No doubt you like what I say,
No doubt after this I get praised,
No doubt your pleased,
as you see,
I don't freeze,
as I tease,
lemons squeezed,
and I’m pleased with my speech,
And I hope that I teach,
All these words that I preach,
When I’m felling weak,
threw instruments I speak,
stage freights now over threw your praise I’m complete.