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(feat. Metallica) Lets talk about the struggle, lets talk about the pain Some people say they love you, but that don't mean a thang Some folks is so naive, not me.. I go insane Some people dap you, they hug you.. they do it all in vain That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me Stealing these pills Is anybody feeling me still? (Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would Looking at me, like I was just a crook I express the hood, and what I see on the daily My scenery daily Task force... B & E's daily A task y'all.. being me daily They want to put, 3 in me nail me This is stuff, you only read on The Daily Had product, but ain't supply it then High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than Product of my enviroment Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty Naw fam, its not for me SongtexteIts got to be, an opt atleast Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police So they gave us film, sport.. and the gift to make a hot CD Back to the wall, against the ropes Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you You've been verbally beaten to A pulse, so the result to you think nothing is reachable Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true Yeah haters, even YOU! [CHORUS] Now take your hands, and wave 'em high They told me I can't, but I said "why?!" Like, fuck it, I'll try NOT fuck it and die See, this is real emotion we deal wit' Often, and don't reveal it Often we stuff it inside, but I'm like fuck it.. lets ride I- do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel THEY- do what they do, in hopes of what they do.. they appeal They got a image, and a personia that they gotta fill That they better do, for revenue.. so labels will be thrilled Kind-of-feel like a wanted man I can't talk to folk, cause when I ask 'em to trust me All-they-wanna-do-is-judge-me I'm feeling like they don't understand (I'm) feeling like ain't too many people friendly I feel like ain't too many people are what they pretend to be Cause I'm in that zone, when I feel alone Like everybody is against me Just feel like I'm worst enemy And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy Almost like every lesson, almost like every jewel, every tool That's ever been lent to me For the moment, is gone I'm like a new born I feel like a man wit' no memory Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing you Or confusing you, I'm delusional If you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do Through and through, I'm hoping these signs aren't vital Or none of these rhymes.. inside the recital Why do it mean, I'm sucidial? I'm ain't that Houston dude But- I'm a MANIAC! Don't get over, drunk or sober This the same way I'd act And I'm strivin' to pull together But atleast until these voices inside of me Go forever, be aloft- I'm liable to do whatever.. (c'mon!) Aus Songtexte Mania