Yo, yo, yo
I feel it, feel it right here, feel it right here Yo, yo, yo
I feel it right here
Slowly I m breaking down, feeling weak
I m thinking about the higher ground I wish to seek
For the safeness, for the realness
Aw, break it down simple
For my people to hear this, for my people
Silent in the dark, I think I m nutty
With your swords of emotions slashing and leaving me bloody
Now I m trippin, my problems turn to battles
I m up shit creek and guess what, without a paddle
Six years of age is when I first got my rage
My father broke out, and then I turned a new page of my life
The change but then I was crazy
And thanks to my mom, cause she has stuck by to raise me
I was fighting all the time, but with God s help
Releasing all my tension through my knockin hand
I m coming out, I m a freaked out cat
Coming stony and wet, gonna be picking it up
For the boys who got slack in a band
P-Roach four fingers of a hand, retarded
Shut up and die (x2)
I said you f*cking die

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