Willie Bosket Songtext

von Armand Hammer

Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude
Underpriveleged overmedicated *
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative
(Look how they do me)
In case i might not make it
These feelings Complicated
Actions without explanation
Why they build me up to break me down
Really I just wanna make my family proud*
What i gotta do to make em understand
I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance *
Transferred outta school new alternatives
Teacher scared to death Nobody learning shit
What security? Still sneaking blades and burners in
Disturbed but we just need a proper turn to vent
What i do to deserve this type of hurt im in
Point the gun at myself I bet they hear me then*
No not again promise me youll make it right
Where i done been you check ya soul to Pay the price
Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude
(Woods)
Early
Crack of dawn
730
Dirty
Crack stem palmed
Herky-jerky
If it's the bomb?
Feets is working
Jitterbug, Lindy Hop
The Roger Rabbit
Cut a rug/the room is padded
Mumble to hisself can't tell him nothing
And the shit he say?
You hope he bluffing
Seen him round the way/niggas you never seen before
Oh word?
Seen him smoking/what it is you ain't sure
Oh word?
Ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door*
Witching Hour/Son appears just like a ghost
You call the cops, they come in pulling fucking toast
Take him to the hospital, docs just let him go
Going gone off that water, water, we call it boat
Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago
Every day is fourth-and-long
What a Niggy Know?
Every day is drama, mr. zone 6
Credit the embalmer, zone blitz
Got him zoned out on the couch
You're living in a crypt
Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude