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.