Willie Bosket - 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

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