Results of Public Education-Numbers

My present state of mind is defined by a dime,
who didn't have enough sense to be full dolla,
always settlin' for less when dude's tried to holla.
That's similar to mine, I reflect in a rhyme,
I would sell myself short, competitive intellect abused by time,
Dodgin' the Voodoo man's knives. My lives still remain at nine...
The 8th wonder of the world,
A girl fulfillin' bodily needs with ease, Redemption for me to try and breathe,
The narrow path of the heavens, is marked with halos and sevens,
No package for the devil in the severance,
Independent from hell, I shake off my outer shell,
Dust off the devil's prints, if the college life should ever fail
Then I'll take my talents to South Beach and rock a number 6.
Five fingers in the air, the world is still mine but allow me share part of my mind.
The 4th part of the saga, A New Hope for those that are down ropes,
To the Motherland we rockin', back to the West Coast,
Disadvantaged at birth, we started our voyage with holes in our boats,
The pain still to burn in the third, Too hot to quell the all flames with words
So I put two fingers for world peace, If the beast still plagues the streets,
Then I'll take out my weapon from it's sheath,
No sword or gun just pen and a mission at hand
Just tryin' to be real and number one.