Willie Bosket (Remix)

[Chorus: E L U C I D] Sometime i feel like im somebody else Emotions running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody’s 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] Underpriveleged overmedicated Short attention court decisions left em vegetative (Look how they do me) In case i might not make it These feelings Complicated Actions without explanation Why they build me up to break me down Really I just wanna make my family proud What i gotta do to make em understand I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance Transferred outta school new alternatives Teacher scared to death Nobody learning shit 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 im in Point the gun at myself I bet they hear me then No not again promise me youll make it right Where i done been you check ya soul to Pay the price [Chorus: E L U C I D] Sometime i feel like im somebody else Emotions running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody’s 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 2: billy woods] Early, crack of dawn 7:30, 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 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 [Chorus: E L U C I D] Sometime i feel like im somebody else Emotions running having conversations with myself They say he present but nobody’s 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