I can't figure out, what it is, what it is, where it is, where it is, I cant.
Woke up in a daze off a half an hours sleep,
with the drool on my pillow and dick stuck to the bed sheet,
thinking how I'm going to change the world today,
steady staring at the roaches that are in the ash tray,
giving up ain't the way, I can guarantee,
that if you apply yourself to life like silly puddy,
everybody, even if your ugly, has a chance in the mutherfucker to be somebody,
don't let nobody to stand in the way of what you want,
and quit believing all the lies and all the shit you been taught,
even if you try, you can say you did,
instead of living your life always wondering what would have happen,
you can be the captain of your own enterprise, USS-Realize,
its up to you, to make a change but you don't and I can't figure out why you won't,
(Chorus X2)
Can you help me?
now I'm sitting down and everybody with me is standing looking around,
I blacked out for a minute and some really weird shit happened it was like a camera flashing,
in my mind there's some really strange shit going on,
but i just go with it and hope nobody notices it,
I'm cool with everybody cool with me,
but if I don't know you then I don't wanna know you that's cool just let it be,
infatuated with axes and sharp knives decapitated from the infection of long lives,
somebody better tell me what the fuckin problem is,
fucking shut your mouth and just tell us how to start the shit,
put me in the dark ?? and give the underground a purpose and start a moshpit right in the mall, and beat the shit outta each other til the last one falls,
(Chorus X2)
raise around the workd that rotates,
cuz we living everyday just growing and changing fate,
and i dont recognize or comprehend the word quit,
cuz its not in my vocabulary I don't understand that shit,
and even if it all went bad,
we would pick up all the pieces and continue the way we always had,
cuz life is a situation test,
whether you pass or fail doesn't matter you gotta do your best,
my momma always told me I'm a half a buck short,
and my pops is the reason that I'm addicted to newports,
sittin on the dock of the bay,
I'm watching the time pass by cuz today's tomorrow's yesterday,
get up get out get right get tight,
the weed lights, hand it too the left homie all night,
I ain't the right I ain't hte wrong, I ain't the way out,
I'm just escaping from this realistic playground.
(Chorus X2)