I can’t take anymore. Liquor and cigarettes call me back, they want me back everyday and I want relief cause all I do, and all I’ve done is spit on. Its been shit on, so I grin and smile, and keep the violent temptations deep inside. Bottled up, all I’ve done is never enough. Attacked but you don’t care how I feel. Things change, come and go, told by you to forget about my goals and to let them go. I can’t do that, its something I refuse to do, so fuck you. I can’t conform, and act, or do what you want to do. I can’t be that way cause I’m not you. You told me after that night I rapped on stage "Get a job, move on and grow up", now thats something you know I just won’t do. I refuse to stop what I do, either accept it or fuck off and fuck you, or respect it don’t push me till I regret it.