Willie Bosket

[Hook: E L U C I D] Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else Emotion running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody home Look at this lil' muthafucka acting like he grown Shackled to a future via padded room Me and my attitude Me and my attitude [Verse 1: E L U C I D] Underprivileged, overmedicated Short attention court decisions left 'em vegetative (Look how they do me, huh?) in case I might not make it These feelings complicated, actions without explanation Why they build me up to break me down (break me down) Really I just wanna make my family proud What I gotta do to make 'em understand I need your prayers but maybe I should give this shrink a chance Transferred outta school, new alternatives (don't be a pussy, nigga) Teacher scared to death, nobody learning shit (you supposed to, nigga) What security? Still sneaking blades and burners in Disturbed, but we just need a proper turn to vent What I do to deserve this type of hurt I'm in Point the gun at myself, I bet they hear me then No not again, promise me you'll make it right Where I done been you check ya soul to Pay the price [Hook: E L U C I D] Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else Emotions running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody home Look at this lil' muthafucka acting like he grown Shackled to a future via padded room Me and my attitude Me and my attitude Shackled to a future via padded room Me and my attitude Me and my attitude [Verse 2: billy woods] Early, crack of dawn, seven-thirty Dirty, crack stem palmed, herky-jerky If it’s the bomb, feets is working Jitterbug, Lindy Hop, the Roger Rabbit Cut a rug, the room is padded Mumble to hisself can't tell him nothing And the shit he say? You hope he bluffing Seen him round the way, niggas you never seen before (oh word?) Seen him smoking, what it is you ain't sure (oh word?) Ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door (oh word?) Witching hour, son appears just like a ghost You call the cops, they come in pulling fucking toast Take him to the hospital, docs just let him go Going gone off that water, water, we call it boat Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago Every day is fourth-and-long, What a Niggy Know? Every day is drama, Mr. Zone 6 Credit the embalmer, zone blitz Got him zoned out on the couch, you’re living in a crypt [Hook: E L U C I D] Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else Emotions running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody home Look at this lil' muthafucka acting like he grown Shackled to a future via padded room Me and my attitude Me and my attitude Shackled to a future via padded room Me and my attitude Me and my attitude