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Sometimes I think i'm crazy, psycho,

It's amazing, I know,

Socio, thats what they told my mother,

but she was crazy anyway so i lived with my grandmother,

no brothers, one sister,

and neither of us could lift a finger,

When we got beat on by a nanny with a hateful fist and,

a broom in a grotty room rotting, hoping she'll be stopping soon,

Its too late i'm doomed, its okay, my sister won't remember those days,

But then we get older, get bolder/ a cold shoulder,

and i got clinical cynical cos i know that im no closer,

to a world with no holsters, no mobsters and no monsters,

a place where no youngsters will have to go through what i did,

I dipped, now i write and my spit is so full of ink, you'll think im a squid,

click click clack i aint a spick i'm riddick and i'll kick the door down

take the whole crown

smoke a whole ounce,

creating my own sound

I been a warrior since day

crazier than a coroner, cuttin up live prey

I feel trapped, stereotyped

but this is hiphop and i can say whatever i like

i may look white, but i'm green inside

not with envy, with henry the eighth and its made me

like the punisher, no joking

dope smoking

spitting bars to kick your door open

cos i'm done hoping