All Around

Muzzle on my head when I’m waking up,
Still, my friends ask, “Hey, what’s up?”

Drowning down my soul in a bottle of ice
Days went in by the time

All my daddy does is give a shout,
How can I convince him, I’m not a scout?

Circle is my pupil, all around
Circle is the cycle, all the way down

Every day, I feel I have the crown, but,
When my conscience strikes, I’m all stairs down

Circle is the wheel, all around
Circle is the cycle, all the way down

All they ask is to study, round the time
When my freaky mind has some crime

Circle is the coin, all around
Circle is the cycle, all the way down.