Wake up man don't be afraid. Of the story of your life. See all these things we do. Do you think they're right?!. . Think. There's a time for us to learn.
When I look into people. They're looking into me. How hard I try. I cannot set free. . I close down in myself. That's my protection. But day after day.
Fear, fear's a word that blends. Feelings of a constant change upon a trail. Gold, gold is memory throne. That shines the strength to face the unknown.
Lost in the gutter. a face behind the shame. Just hangs for another. Another hollow day. . Begging hands. Modern man?. Mystified. Social plans. . Unknown undercover.
Dont try to shape yourself. On something youre not. Dont try to break your point of view. There is a right spot. . Dont try to chain your attitude. A reason why.
Everyday I think those same fucking shits. Trying to find out why mankind exists. But everyday the answers are the same. Answers that for me nothing explain.
I'm straight in line. Like a machine. Down numb's parade. Now I have to be... like you. . Strictly deprived. Of will, liberty. I think about all the freedom of choice.
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush. Speak up. The word on the street is the Rampage return. . One time, two times, three times, four times. All my real live soldiers throw your hands up.
It's just a matter of attitude. What I'm going to talk about. You may not believe it. But you have the right to doubt. . You think you are a made man.
Diving in and diving out. Between the past. I lose myself to find. Somewhere a path. . Giving the best of me. I fall so blind. Living my memories. On present hides.
Yeah come on, come on, check it out. (Rockkkkkkkkkk). This is how we do it. (Roll). Yeah come on, everything. (Rolllllllllllllllll). Flipmode, Violator.
Oh what a tangled web we weave. When we begin to lie and to decieve. You're not the one i thought you'ld be. Your true colours are showing so clearly.
I seen many mc's getten laid to rest. Under stress, shot through they're bullet proof vest. Now you wanna be hardcore. You were never an outlaw. Until you just came off tour.
I feel so disappointed within human life. Driven by this sick ideal of buying paradise. Yeah everything is sold. But not for what it is. Money establishes the rules.
Restless spirits and wandering eyes. Will never be satisfied. Too much will never be enough. To fill that ache inside. Self indulgence is the mark of fools.
Rampage. Yeah motherfuckas is talk, bullshit Saddam. We hear that, we gotta take these niggas to war. I'm wit ya, Flipmode, check it out. Fuck the jacks.
Here we stand again chatting with our heads. About all the things we think. We should already have. Cause we try it real hard we've given all our best.