instead of self respect Eating disorders insuring beauty and endangering health When living life behind a mask you cant expect to know yourself When
empty procreation, no concious, no caution another one, look what's you've done soon another mouth to feed babies for income, you can't be doing that thoughts
lyrical combat The last Yo, critique my mic techniques live, I cartage this You didn't think I had what it takes in my esophagus? A cat like you, yo
fill my shoes on the mic you'll get booed I'm dirty with my sex you remember dat before you spit at me, I fuck you in the ass you can keep your virginity
get you fucked up Bout to let you bitches know [Chorus] I aint playin wit u (I aint playin wit you bitches) I aint playin wit you bitches (He aint playin
no choice but to be hard as life is itself what else you gonna do when you've known nothing else? but deep down inside that ain't no way to live there
But do you want to hear my confession?" It's my greatest sin Okay, here it is I wasted half my life on the thought that I'd live forever I wasn't raised
And I don't wanna live up to your standards I'd always thought that we had the same goals But now I know what you're after You'll do anything to get what you
before? as a child I believed daddies lived on and on I guess I was wrong. Tried so hard to prove myself in your eyes could never live up to your standards
the higher standard But I'll tell you what, I'll never try to make it hard ?Cause when you're hard just to be hard The only thing that's hard is you
to give Hidden thoughts inside of me Wounds that will not heal Take the power from me As I see just what is real Living by my standards I decide just
Sitting down on a couch, you watch, a fucking slave to a TV show. You thought before but you sat and dropped. What did you learn? You don't even know,
impossible to touch and as such I've thrown out regret, yet may have thought about it a little too much. You find that setting standards is less like
5, roll wit' the live Sweet love, sweep me in the bug eye, we 'bout to glide Head fried, spittin' the scribe, move in disguise Wan' test i? access denied I live
I found images of poetry; I lost my deed, my shelter and my pain did they leave you unstained? you may swallow all my precious lies you may stay and you
old dobro that I thought papa played like nobody else in the world I guess by real musical standards papa didn't know much about music But I tell you
around me You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think You could live amongst the, livest
and rappin' And yet you don't try it because you can't buy it I saw you grippin' and slippin'and fool I'm so tired of fake emcees and you best believe