Don't you ever tell me that you feel my pain, let me remain insane.
Cuz I watch every single one of you remain the same.
Complain about your little lives that don't matter.
While your stabbin your knives in my back and gettin much fatter,
It gets no better, your pockets get fatter,
And now your whole damn life's been served on a platter.
You think that your life.......no, that shit don't matter.
So go ahead and get sadder. Cuz this whole life don't mean shit.
And no matter what you do you won't be shit.
Seems like the sooner that you end this life, you end this game.
This endless game of misery and pain.
Now it goes, extra, extra, read all about it.
Another self-proclaimed "thug" thinks he's bout it.
And so he shouts it as loud as he can.
He seems to think that this makes him a man.
See, I ain't got no fans, but I still got my soul,
And that's more than most of you will ever even know.
I see it every day, in everyone and everything.
What kind of weather do you think December brings?
A "New Jack" feeling and a whole lotta struggle.
You would think you could keep it but you drop the juggle.
Now, Ima say it out loud, so all of you can fuckin hear me.
And Ima make this clear so you don't have to fear me.
I don't give a fuck about what you think,
And I will watch this whole world as it begins to sink,
And I won't do anything to try and save you,
So you better use whatever gift that God gave you.