Willie Bosket - Remix

Ah, shinning through it, ah-ah!
 Ah-ah, ah-ah, yeah!
 Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else (somebody else)
 Emotions running, having conversations with myself (with myself)
 They say he present, but nobody home (nobody home)
 Look at this little motherfucker acting like he grown (like he grown)
 Shackled to a future via padded room
 Me and my attitude
 Me and my attitude
 Underprivileged, overmedicated
 Short attention, court decisions left 'em vegetative
 (Look how they do me, huh?)
 In case I might not make it
 This feeling's complicated
 Actions without explanation
 Why they build me up to break me down? (Same)
 Really, I just wanna make my family proud (same)
 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 emotional, nigga)
 Teacher scared to death, nobody learning shit (you're 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
 Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else (somebody else)
 Emotions running, having conversations with myself (with myself)
 They say he present, but nobody's home
 Look at this little mutherfucker 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
 Early, crack of dawn
 7:30, dirty, crack stem palmed
 Herky-jerky
 If it's the bomb? Feet is working
 Jitterbug, Lindy Hop
 The Roger Rabbit cut a rug
 The room is padded
 Mumbled to his self, 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, doctors let him go
 Going, gone, off that water, water, we call it boat (boat)
 Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago (ago)
 Every day is fourth-and-long, what a niggy know?
 Every day is drama (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
 Sometime I feel like I'm somebody else (somebody else)
 Emotions running, having conversations with myself (with myself)
 They say he present, but nobody home (nobody home)
 Look at this little motherfucker 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
 Me and my attitude
 Me and my attitude
 Via padded room
 Me and my attitude
 Me and my attitude