Versetile the Prodigy - About Myself Lyrics

And if you can give me one Shot
To show you all that I know About myself
Then I'd not fail in telling you
How real it all gets
I feel exhausted
I felt it all slip away

I'm telling you this one thing Right now
There is no hype
I'll be damned if you think I'm Ashamed
I went to school and church
My frights how I seen the life
How the people play these Reckless games

I don't want frame myself as a Victim
But I fear it might be too late.
If you were to ask my mother The truth is
As a child you'd say I was raped

Was more of the kids who w
Were picked on
I've seen my father locked in a Cage
I've seen my brother lost in a Rage
I've seen myself while off in a Daze

I'm often amazed the america I'm seeing
Is scheming demons telling us To move on
I've seen my ancestors hanging From trees.
And while seizing
A cop could put one in your Back
Just for breathing the wrong Way
Then move on and not even Blink or repent
And I'm tingling

These thoughts I can't leave Them
Everything is wrong here
Everything you work for is everything we all fear
I don't have the fix but a thief is A thief
What is taxation but money Stolen in your sleep
What am I supposed to do if I Just want to eat and be free
I can't even fucking dream Anymore the way I used to
Caught pneumonia usual for Me to be at home
Because my lungs weren't of The troops suit
Couldn't join the navy because Asthma.
"I will shoot you" is what my Robber said
Before he took
All of my music to keep out all The dark thoughts

If you could give me one shot
To show you all that I know About myself
Then I'd not fail in telling you How real it all gets
I feel exhausted
I felt it all slip away

I've had over 20 rapeed friends
Who were still so convinced That he was a great man
While we do the slave dance The routines of the server
And we're caught in the matrix Can I just get a burger
If it wasn't for God it'd be so Much worse
Oh I jumped off a bridge back Was so much curved
That I couldn't feel my legs Wore the sown up shirt
Went to surgery staples done I've shown my surgeon
Not an ounce of gratitude the Man had saved my life
Well I could have lived in the Wrong but he saved my right
And I've pained my life and the Lives of other people
Who were steady stabbing Backs which had influenced in Me evil
Anger peeping through the Peephole danger chasing
thoughts of below
These subconscious things
I consciously assess
They've slain my people.