Well, here we are again. You already know who I am, and you know what I do. So without further ado, I give to you.. Half Breed Bad Seed Verse 1 KJD, established in '92/ Yeah, the same fuckin' year they established the mighty Wu/ On the scavenger hunt for fame, I asked for the final clue/ Yo won't make it before me. I ain't having it. I refuse/ Nobody is surpassing the passion that I exude/ You don't really wanna battle, I'll smahe your entire crew/ Let the world behold the Clash of the Titans 2/ And watch you fall to your knees. I'll be laughing right as you do/ Uh. Rap is a sacrifice, for which, I've wasted half my life/ At least, that's what they tell me whenever I ask advice/ But naw, that won't suffice. Feel like I'm becoming your personal prisoner/ Spitting my problems and making it entertaining for the ears of the listener/ Resect the choices that I've made, lyrical prowess I've displayed/ The emotional connection, and the outlet of my rage/ Countless number of days, none in which have I so proven my worthiness/ But I'm stressed to say, most of you suck, and that's being courteous/ Not just my opinion, but that of which of millions more/ You might get sickened by the premonition that's envisioned. Furthermore,/ I'm the hip hop connoiseur, This is just a sample/ Of the damage I'll be doing, and I promise more. Uh/ Half Breed Bad Seed represents, everything. The pain, the joy. The hatred, the laughter. You will hear stories of tragedy, stories of perseverance. Most of all, you get my story. Verse 2 Back again to make rappers sick to their stomach/ We're all just crabs in a bucket, with plans of reaching the summit/ You're asking them why they love it, and cash if what they come up with/ So, I'm taking the game, and playing "keep away". So you fad followers, you can't get nothing/ Since '92, I've been a finely tuned machine/ That makes these rhyming dudes envy. It's not surprising who it be/ Cuz I'm a timeless true emcee. The eleventh hour has come/ Should we stay, or cut our losses? Defend what's ours, or run?/ Condemn the powers with guns, or send them flowers with love?/ I'mma fight till the blackest hole devours the sun/ I'm on a different channel than all of these rappers with no passion/ Back to your regularly scheduled programming/

Heckler (Michael John) Oh! Mr. KJD! Mr. Rap Savior! The same boring MC. You're on that same depressing bull shit bro! It's the same shit, track in and track out. At the rate you pump out material, I could push out 6 albums. I mean, fuck! No punchlines? No hit singles? God damn! What do you got to say for yourself? Verse 1 Uh. Writing a hit single's never really what I cared about/ Cuz lyrical ability is positively paramount/ I'm married to the game, but I won't share my spouse/ So I'mma verbally abuse her until someone dares to tear my larynx out/ I was shunned from the local scene/ Even though all these old timers prayed for a youngin' dope as me/ Best up and comer's what they voted me/ I'm all revved up. Ate my Wheaties with some Gatorade and Ovaltine/ Ha! Yo. And when my night's through/ I realized I've eaten up more beats than Dwight Schrute/ Rap has lost it's edge, yeah, it sucks that it's missing/ So I'm the 90's baby, bitch, with 2 fucks to be given/ Always coming out on top, like a minute man in missionary/ Spittin' sick shit, yeah, I'm the ass hole with dysentery/ Uh. We can't pardon the whack/ Like a perverted runner, I come hard on tracks. Ha/ Heckler (Michael John) (Chewing apple) Well, alright, alright. That's a decent 16. I mean, you're heading in the right direction. But I mean, the real question is.. Can you do any better than that? Verse 2 I've had multiple strokes of genius, like Bill Nye's wife/ Pause. I've had multiple strokes of genius, like Bill Nye's wife/ With a blood clot traveling straight to her brain/ Squirming around in a circle, retarded snakes on a plane/ Nothing to take for the pain. But look where I started from/ Then grab a measuring tape when I ejaculate, so you can see how far I've come/ Y'all were focused on the Romney-Obama shit/ I was focused on making it through the zombie apocalypse/ Haters like to claim that I'm a conscience rapper/ Cuz I don't talk about money, drugs, or topless dancers/ but all you copy catters, just killed the game/ So I'mma dig her up and fuck her, like a necrophile body snatcher/ Man, you suck, and you lack finesse/ And got a fucked up flow, like a urine stream after sex/ Ha. I'm shouting out to the vets/ It's my turn, bitch, time for countdown to commence/ 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0

Verse 1 In my day, I've performed at a few "hole in the walls"/ You would have thought I told them to hold the applause/ The way they stood there in awe, just open jaws on them all/ They saw I did it on my own, without a front a facade/ To think, me coming out from behind my shell was the hardest/ And then it was being able to find myself as an artist/ You ain't believe in me, so don't you try to sell me that garbage/ Looks like I'm not gonna listen to what you tell me, regardless/ The lack of people that believed in me was unfortunate/ But I'm past that, I need all the support I can get/ But my state just isn't right, let's put these issues to rest/ And make a full turnaround, cuz only Michigan's left/ Man, the game needs me, and I've proven/ But if I'mma make it, I'mma have to change Dillinger to duplicate/ With the number of dope rappers as few as this/ I think it's time we start supporting the ones who are truly sick/ Chorus You wasn't here for the bad times. you won't be here for the good/ It's our year. We gon' shine on all the people who said we never could/ You don't believe me? Then watch me. We on our way/ Sky high like we're on all day. Everybody say, we've come so far/ Verse 2 (E-Nu) I remember being stone broke up in Inez crib/ Like "Am I ever gonna make it?"/ Fast forward a few years, few tears, few careers, few peers/ Now I got a new resolve, like the start of a new year/ It's clear, I will no longer accept being mediocre/ So now I'll only take steps if it will bring me closer/ To my goals, or at least another day/ So I can learn to turn my pipe dream into a tunnel way/ I'm a star, just look/ Yeah, you got a point, but I'm coming with that Westbrook/ And look, I'm so focused/ I got my aim in tact, and you can bet it ain't no changing that/ So if you plan to be a helping hand to me, then you can stand with me/ Ain't working out? Then I'mma take it as insanity/ Cuz I'mma be alright no matter what y'all say/ It's Rokkmass, getting it all day/ Chorus You wasn't here for the bad times. you won't be here for the good/ It's our year. We gon' shine on all the people who said we never could/ You don't believe me? Then watch me. We on our way/ Sky high like we're on all day. Everybody say, we've come so far/ Bridge We've come so far. We've come so far/ You don't believe me? Then watch me. We on our way/ Sky high like we're on all day./ We've come so far. We've come so far/ Verse 3 Where were you? Where were you when I opened up for Royce-/ Da 5'9"? 1,200 fans screaming for my voice/ Where were you when I opened up for Bone Thugs N Harmony?/ Nowhere to be found. So, yo, don't even bother me/ It's hard to be an artist, I belong in a prior time/ If your style's not generic, you can't even pry a dime-/ From the fans hands. But as I write some rhymes, I realize/ Hip hop's not dead, my lyrics are the vital signs/ You went from jerking to "Molly Whopping", to popping molly's/ I was jolly, polyurethane wrapping these rotten bodies/ While you chase these Hottentot bodies, I'll go to sleep/ You admitted it yourself, you only listen to the beat/ So I'll give you a tape full of instrumentals with hooks/ Cuz the lyrics I'm spitting will leave you mentally shook/ If my message isn't clear, you're just not hearing me then/ If you weren't here for my losses, you can't be here for the win/ Chorus You wasn't here for the bad times. you won't be here for the good/ It's our year. We gon' shine on all the people who said we never could/ You don't believe me? Then watch me. We on our way/ Sky high like we're on all day. Everybody say, we've come so far/

Verse 1 (KJD) Dillinger, Tony P., and JP, something classic/ The way you play the game's equialent to button mashing/ Ha. I'm not a rapper. I'm an emcee/ Once you learn the difference, you'll know how to address me/ But once you hear me spit, you better change schemes/ I give you rivers of knowledge. don't you worry about the mainstream/ Try not to chase dreams, but really change things/ Follow me, cause the way it seems, is../ I try to give you something that's emotionally moving/ That you can put on at 2 AM, when you're coasting and cruising/ Or when you're smoking and boozing. I get choked up in the booth/ I'm one of the chosen few with an elite flow, and it's proven/ But then the question rose, "Is this what I'm supposed to be doing?"/ Or a pipe dream? Or scheme to get some hoes in my Buick?/ I just bodied this verse, doing me, and you already knew it/ So before the procession, this is how I'll close the viewing/ Hook (Tony P.) See they don't like the way I wear my clothes/ Hate the way that I rock my shows/ A grown man planted on 2 feet/ Homie it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/ Stay on my job when I stack my paper/ Get to waving when I pass my haters/ I see them looking everywhere I be/ Like it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/ Verse 2 (Tony P.) Yo. So exactly, what else should I be doing?/ I'm posted up in that blue paint, like I'm Patrick Ewing/ I see these rappers stay hoppin' whatever's poppin' and/ Take the artificial, and paste whatever they copying/ It's hard for me to not be original, the general/ Style's in my DNA, break it down in minerals/ Throw it in your microscope, splice it up, flip it around/ Take a hit, like I'm coke, and you still couldn't figure me out?/ I'm the nigga that do what the fuck he want/ The one that holds his nuts and say what the fuck he want/ The one that's looking right through a nigga, like he's fluid/ When he tries to talk about how he pop it, but really won't/ These haters like to see a nigga down, so I'm laughing when they frown/ As they're hoping that my cash soon falls/ But it ain't hard to see, I'm just pursuing me/ And doin' me, like a perv in a bathroom stall/ Hook (Tony P.) See they don't like the way I wear my clothes/ Hate the way that I rock my shows/ A grown man planted on 2 feet/ Homie it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/ Stay on my job when I stack my paper/ Get to waving when I pass my haters/ I see them looking everywhere I be/ Like it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/ Verse 3 (JP One) Jack Pot for his self, I let the name speak/ Paid dues and hard lessons never came cheap/ When yo conscience so bad that you can't sleep/ You have a tendency to walk around angry/ Last year, Tae passed, they knocked Gleek the same week/ And you pissed cuz we out, and I ain't speak?/ Nigga, I got real life issues that I tend to/ So fuck if I offend you, cuz I don't compliment you/ I would not pretend to give a flying pig's ass/ I just lost a bunch of calenders, I'm trying to get back/ You race against the clock, it gets hard to sit fast/ When they see you about to win, sore losers get mad/ Jealous niggas still envy/ I ain't turning anti social, I ain't never been friendly/ Man, I only trust in Allah and this semi/ I'm just trying not to drown in the bottom of this Henne/ Hook (Tony P.) See they don't like the way I wear my clothes/ Hate the way that I rock my shows/ A grown man planted on 2 feet/ Homie it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/ Stay on my job when I stack my paper/ Get to waving when I pass my haters/ I see them looking everywhere I be/ Like it ain't plain to see, I'm doin' me/

Chorus Took the long way home/ I won't forget you, can't forget you/ Took the long way home/ Can you forgive me? Would you forget me?/ Verse 1 Alicia's been through all the ups and the downs/ And been subject to sounds of gunshots, and even ducking the rounds/ She's stuck in town of downers, where success isn't certain/ The best are left hurting from the jealousy of serpants. it worsens/ She goes to community college, and financial aid only offered to/ Pay for half of those text books, so she paid the rest with her/ Minimum wage income, but she ain't been saving none/ Cuz she got 2 sons and a baby daddy that ain't been paying, for one/ For two, she helps her mother with the bills. Her brother was killed/ The other year, so mama's diet only consists of nothing pills/ By the time she goes to work in the evening/ She feels as though that she's deserting her seeds, it hurts to leave them/ But she gotta put food in their stomach for them to grow/ So she chooses to be responsible/ Instead of accepting the invite from her friends to go clubbing and get so far gone/ She says, "No thanks. I'll take the long way home"/ Chorus Took the long way home/ I won't forget you, can't forget you/ Took the long way home/ Can you forgive me? Would you forget me?/ Darren was an artist, and prior to being signed/ Hearing stories just like Alicia's lit fire to his behind/ "We can open up all their eyes, if society wasn't blind"/ He preached this to his friends, as the sirens had screeched behind/ Never messed with hoodrats. He knew they weren't worth his time/ His mother taught him to never lay pearls before swine/ So he used his time to try to find a way out of his mental bind/ And speak from his mind. So, seek, and you shall find/ his boys always cracked jokes on him for trying to create peace/ And change the streets, as they evade police/ And hopping the fence. And coming up with schemes for who they were plotting against/ He just observed, but he was not convinced/ That this was the way that life was supposed to be lived/ Drinking and popping molly's. So he declined the invite from his friends/ To go to a party, and get so far gone/ He said, "No thanks. I'll take the long way home" Chorus Took the long way home/ I won't forget you, can't forget you/ Took the long way home/ Can you forgive me? Would you forget me?/ Took the long way home/ I won't forget you, can't forget you/ Took the long way home/ Can you forgive me? Would you forget me?/

Verse 1 I had my share of some major endeavors/ Seems like they lasted forever, like things would never get better/ I felt like 1 day, I'd get carried out on a stretcher/ And while my sons play, I'll be in Heaven getting a lecture/ Life's an adventure. Don't wander hopelessly, you need to focus G/ And end up where you're supposed to be, while staying drinking, drug, and smoke free/ “Oh please”. It's not a game, where you gon' be?/ Keep on slangin' drugs man, thinking you're an OG/ Then you end up OD'd on what you rap about/ Luckily the doctor said you were just passed out/ That was God giving you a second chance/ But you decided to take advantage of that, and started carrying a strap/ Watch your back. Only want the finer things/ Brighter things, platinum chains,diamond rings, 26's, ride a Range/ Now your flowers are getting arranged/ While you're laying on your back, staring at the church roof, while the choir sings/ Hook You need to learn how to be yourself/ Instead of living like a rock star/ You say “I'm good, I don't need nobody else.”/ Just remember Heaven's not far/ And you need to slow your roll, before it's too late/ Verse 2 If you find yourself focused on the lavish life/ Treat yourself right, dating drug dealers can't suffice/ My advice? Improve yourself, and if you find a handsome guy/ Never sell yourself short, make him pay the asking price/ Too bad for you, you didn't heed the information given/ Started dating Mr. Dopeman, because his chain was glistening/ Everybody tried to warn you, but you hate to listen/ So you didn't hear about his history of raping women/ Money steady rolling in, as long as he was slangin' chickens/ If he gets caught, he's headed straight to prison/ We all got dreams to make it, as to not seem basic/ But yours all faded when the SWAT Team raided/ They busted through the door screaming “Everybody down!”/ Laid down suppressive fire, man, 30-some rounds/ You quickly hit the ground, life flashed before your eyes/ And at that very moment, you finally realized/ Hook You need to learn how to be yourself/ Instead of living like a rock star/ You say “I'm good, I don't need nobody else.”/ Just remember Heaven's not far/ And you need to slow your roll, before it's too late/ Verse 3 There's never been a point where I've wished upon a shooting star/ Or to go as far as to jumping out of a moving car/ Just to be a superstar/ Cuz you're hitting rock bottom when you're losing sight of who you are/ We're stuck up in this world, full of madness and greed/ While the government is steady saying that's what you need/ Thinking you can make a living off of cannibus seeds?/ Living life at dangerous speeds, hand me the keys/ Don't think I'm coming off in an arrogant way/ You're satisfied with yourself is what I dare you to say/ Hanging with the wrong crowd and push your parents away/ Now you're all alone, dead, laying there in the rain/ It's funny how the streets can make you totally change/ What was once an OG, is now just soulless remains/ The same night you died, your parents told you to stay/ don't be surprised at your funeral, shit, nobody came/ Hook You need to learn how to be yourself/ Instead of living like a rock star/ You say “I'm good, I don't need nobody else.”/ Just remember Heaven's not far/ And you need to slow your roll, before it's too late/

Chorus (Tony P.) My Lord, where do we go from here?/ In this cold world, it's something oh so clear/ It will always be the same old shit. Same trouble same drama weighing all on me/ They ain't never gonna see what see. What's ahead of me, baby, it's all on me/ Verse 1 What if I told you, that the smile you always see me produce/ On the daily, is just a cover for the mental abuse/ I go through, and I went through everyday as a child/ Constantly being told I'll never make it anywhere, so I went to the booth/ But there were times when the booth was an inadequate place/ To release emotions as deep as oceans/ I'd rather keep to myself, cuz if I tell someone, they'll just laugh in my face/ Keep on coasting as opposed to turning my anger to hate/ They said that it's a cruel world, you need a thick hide/ So I stood my ground to people's feeble attempts to misguide/ Cuz inside their sick minds, they're questioning the divine/ So I took in this rhyme book, and in my nook, I devised/ A plan, of sorts, to battle fads, of course, I made it precisely/ To help the people like me, who weren't treated nicely/ Despite our unique qualities, the chose to despise/ But oh well, their hating made us who we are. Besides,/ Now they're sitting, thinking, "I wish I saw the world through his eyes"/ Chorus (Tony P.) My Lord, where do we go from here?/ In this cold world, it's something oh so clear/ It will always be the same old shit. Same trouble same drama weighing all on me/ They ain't never gonna see what see. What's ahead of me, baby, it's all on me/ Verse 2 (Mackey) Nightmares behind my eyelids/ They say that I'm a bitch cuz I choose to avoid violence. Don't tempt me avoiding silence/ Niggas run their mouths like bitched when they're sipping Goose/ Pussy loose, fucking, sucking every nigga in the coupe/ I got proof, it's nothing new. Bitches horny, niggas die/ Pac said it, never lied/ If you know a hoe that's saying RIP,/ Just wonder why that bitch still busting corners in that mutha fucka's ride/ Cuz money is the root of all evil/ But it's pussy, money, weed. So money is just the sequel/ Oh Lord, we need you/ That's why I write, to get away from life/ Busting shots at my niggas, hoping they get it right/ We're in need of a rap genius/ I feel I'm up next, you won't feel what I rap, genius/ Step inside my mind and try to search for truth/ It's suicide. Homicide is committed inside the booth/ Comprehend that/ Chorus (Tony P.) My Lord, where do we go from here?/ In this cold world, it's something oh so clear/ It will always be the same old shit. Same trouble same drama weighing all on me/ They ain't never gonna see what see. What's ahead of me, baby, it's all on me/

Verse 1 Who ever thought I'd go from a kid in a Power Rangers outfit/ To being the best rapper from Lincoln coming out since/ Slim Shady. All the countless times I was doubted/ Switched to being vouched for, funny thing about it/ I never really was at the top of the list/ And I never really hung with the popular kids/ Plus I never really did what the followers did/ But look how I tuned out, what a shocker it is/ Grew from a fatherless kid, into a man of my own/ All that despite being raised in a mannerless home/ Well, not a home, more like a house full of hate and regret/ Where the only thing they focused on was chasing a check/ Where I was hated cuz the color of my skin didn't match them/ A night never went by where my mother wasn't absent/ But that was back then, I guess it's history now/ That's while I'll always be known as the mystery child/ Chrous Right, right/ I'm just the mystery child, right? Right./ Just a mystery child, huh?/ Just the mystery child/ But that was back then, I guess it's history now/ That's while I'll always be known as the mystery child/ Verse 2 Started doing wrong, cuz the right thing gets old/ Stealing all my uncle's ice cream and Swiss Rolls/ I was lost without a father figure/ Cuz by the time I met my daddy, I was 19 years old/ I'm gracious cuz of Jamile, James, and Jalae/ Gerrome, Bianna, Nina, and Shay/ Uncle Buk, Auntie Rachi, Granny, and hey/ If I didn't say your name, I still love you, okay?/ Y'all accepted me with open arms and genuine love/ Man, I could never thank you enough/ Had to thank the Man above, and put your names in a song/ I never knew what family was until you came along/ And now the pain is gone, it's in the past tense/ Never again lay my head upon that tear soaked matress/ But that was back then, I guess it's history now/ You finally gave a name to this mystery child/ Chrous Right, right/ I'm just the mystery child, right? Right./ Just a mystery child, huh?/ Just the mystery child/ But that was back then, I guess it's history now/ That's while I'll always be known as the mystery child/

Act 1, The Confusion They said I need to go back to school and get my degree/ I disagree, man, a rapper's what I'm destined to be/ Well, I hope so, I do the job exceptionally/ And if not, get to making an exception for me/ Started back in '05, and they were messin' with me/ "Look, it's Jimmy from Degrassi. I seen him on TV"/ Struggling to find myself as a young, troubled teen/ While trying to give my audience something they never seen/ But maybe it's a front, took on more than I could handle/ Just to get the sympathy of everyone inbetween/ Started to get the attention that I never got from my family/ What's in public ain't always what it seems/ Maybe I'm just doing rap, so I can fit in/ And be accepted by everybody. It's not really my dream/ Or maybe it is. But either way/ I been doing it for 6 years now, ain't no way I'mma leave/ Hook I try to press on, something's holding me back Should I do this, Should I do that I don't know what to do Just gotta be myself Act 2, The Aggression When I tell you about the people that hurt me through my life/ Don't tell me my feelings towards them ain't right/ It's like, when I tell you I hate somebody, You tell me I'll regret it/ You tell me to chill, don't worry about it, forget it/ Pretty fuckin' easy for you to say/ While I'm wondering if I can mentally make it through the day/ You tell me not to think that way, Well I don't need a critic/ you just heard my whole life story in about 10 minutes/ But that's the difference. you listened, you didn't live it/ Act like you a perfect Christian, and never committed sinning/ Act like everything I'm saying's an imitation of Satan/ Every move I made lately's an invitation to hatin'/ The world's mine for the taking, so I try to translate/ These feelings into the music I 'm making, but ya'll hatin'/ I'm done with the conversation, this is my resignation/ Go and find someone else who claims they can save the nation/ Hook I try to press on, something's holding me back Should I do this, Should I do that I don't know what to do Just gotta be myself Act 3, The Realization Lemme get everyone's attention, since no one else will bother/ If you say you're doing hip hop, please defend its honor/ No rolee models. Think ya'll need a father/ Rapping from the rhyme book of a toddler, get ejected from the genre/ I promise I'm never leaving, I just distance myself/ Because the stressing and beefing became a risk to my health/ They're claiming their CD's the Holy Grail. Not what you would hope to find/ But when they open mine, I'm just watching them melt/ Yeah, that's a notch on my belt. You're moving bricks like tetris?/ I'm out here hustling to get my name on the set list/ I lost my connection like bad cell phone reception/ I'd have alot more material if I didn't dwell on perfection/ What ya'll sell is regression, and I'm hardly impressed/ Ya'll are killing my first love, so I'm partly depressed/ I'm striving for the top, ya'll are fine with second best/ So I'm forced to be the leader of where rap is headed next/ Hook I try to press on, something's holding me back Should I do this, Should I do that I don't know what to do Just gotta be myself

Chorus It's nothing like I've ever felt before/ And I don't think you really understand what I'm going through/ It's something that I know I never can control/ It's all I know/ Can you make it go away? Go away, go away. Can you make it go away? Verse 1 - Hard Target Ya. Feeling like I never did before/ but the memories I have still burn/ Hoping that I'm gonna get a chance/ but I'm thinking that I'll never get a turn/ Eventually they're fading. Enemies, I made 'em/ I tend to think I'm patient, but mentally, I'm crazy/ Jealousy and hatred. Selfish, but embrace it/ Take what you need. Leave me helpless, and I'll make it/ And I don't need nothing but the shoes on my feet/ And the thought in my mind that I can conquer all/ And you can follow suit, with the rest of the sheep/ While i'm sitting at the top, to the bottom you gon' fall/ And this is what we're taught/ Chorus It's nothing like I've ever felt before/ And I don't think you really understand what I'm going through/ It's something that I know I never can control/ It's all I know/ Can you make it go away? Go away, go away. Can you make it go away? Verse 2 - KJD This is the life of a muti-racial,up and coming, local rapper/ I gotta make it soon, this has just been a slow disaster/ I thought I rapped about the shit that was supposed to matter/ But I guess I must have walked under an open ladder, huh/ Went to confession, and I told the reverend/ That I hope his blessings are enough to make me a local legend/ He said "You'll make it, just be yourself, and never be selfish."/ That might be a problem, cuz I don't know who myself is/ I'll punish the people that chose to lie to my face/ I can't just swallow my pride, I never acquired the taste/ Cuz I'll always forgive, but I'll never forget/ So you should take that as a warning, and also as a threat/ (Hard Target) It's all I know Chorus It's nothing like I've ever felt before/ And I don't think you really understand what I'm going through/ It's something that I know I never can control/ It's all I know/ Can you make it go away? Go away, go away. Can you make it go away? It's all I know

Verse 1 I'm sick of all the debt, and the overdrafted accounts/ And I'm sick of writing checks when I know that they're gonna bounce/ I don't really have the energy. You're asking the amount?/ To be completely honest, I don't even have an ounce/ Yo, I'm driving a car with no gas in the tank/ And feeling utter dread whenever I'm passing a bank/ I hate having to think on how I'm choosing to live/ With no money in the bank and no food in the fridge/ Growing up with family, at least the illusion of it/ That vents after a long day by abusing their kids,/ Mentally, and quite severe, un til I'm frozen out of fear/ Hoping my guardian angel can come take me out of here/ I'm driving on the freeway with a donut on the rear/ Almost 21 and haven't even chosen a career/ Dropped out of college after one semester there/ Looking in the mirror thinking you should really grow a pair/ Chorus (Kenny Spear) Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/ Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this shit. Oh no/ Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/ I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/ Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/ Verse 2 They say if you're a starving artist, oughtta give up your dream/ The same ones asking you to autograph a CD/ But hey, wake up, wake up, just make it through another day/ I know you feel like you're in hell, but one day, you'll be something great/ Worked the 9-5 and the 6&2:30/ The same clothes every day and my shoes are dirty/ Wake up early, stay up late. Can't live off this rate of pay/ Every check I make, over half goes in the gas tank/ So I question my intentions. Am I trying to get signed?/ Spend all my money on women, knowing I don't have a dime/ No, I don't have the time, baby, I work in the morning/ Wanted you to support me. But, you desert and ignore me/ I would hate to conform. I'm not embracing the norm/ So I guess I should get ready for the rain and the storm/ By the grace of God, I'll hang up this old gray uniform/ Been destined to be legendary since the day I was born/ Chorus (Kenny Spear) Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/ Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this shit. Oh no/ Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/ I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/ Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/ Now you can either choose to be real, and keep breaking the mold/ Or get a lucrative deal, and put your name in the bowl/ Of all these other corporate owned rappers. Money, drugs and pole dancers/ Give your soul cancer, so I'm taking control/ So I continue to write, hoping that one day I might,/ Get the recogintion I deserve when I'm on the mic/ Almost 8 years now, without making a dime/ I think it's time to put out a polished product and shine/ Bittersweet memories from back on Hickory Street/ My life just isn't complete, without these rhythm and beats/ But all these listeners keep putting this trash on repeat/ Almost got me to the point of just admitting defeat/ Never claimed to be Superman. not impervious to pain/ But I feel as though my whole career is circling the drain/ Not in it for the fame, have nothing else left to gain/ But the fact that I'm bringing back real purpose to the game/ Chorus (Kenny Spear) Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/ Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this shit. Oh no/ Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/ I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/ Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/

Chorus I know you're somewhere waiting/ Somewhere out there/ Follow me down/ Verse 1 (The Jokerr) Yo. I just got back from the war, and I brought bad news back from the front line/ The force that we face is enormous, and even if we double up on them, it will be a hard time/ They got more guns than I ever would have thought. More soldiers that I ever would have brought/ Even if I thought that we could accomplish, and now they got to the very top. But the men in our line,/ One by one, I watched them fall. They gave in to the weapons, and they answered the call/ The money and the guns, the women and the fame. Too much for them, and they couldn't be contained/ It was sad, and it would have driven many mad. And they would got a hold of me, hadn't they had a bad aim/ But they shot, and they missed. and I dropped and I dipped. And I came back home, back I came/ And this is the message I fought my way back here to tell/ And if you rahter me not, you can go to hell/ They only want you for your dollars and your pounds/ And if you want to know the rest, then follow me on down/ Chrous I know you're somewhere waiting/ Somewhere out there/ Follow me down/ I know you're somewhere waiting/ Somewhere out there/ Follow me down/ Verse 2 (KJD) For days, I've trekked, till I ran out of breath, through the valley of the shadow of death/ And fought through all the hunger and pain. But the hunger for fame, is more than anybody could withstand. A blunder it became/ So I took into consideration everything I've learned. Sacred scrolls told us that our village shall be burned/ Anyone who's different shall be burned at the stake, with the scavengers circling the remains of the greats/ We knew from the beginning that the battle would be lost, when evil's synonomous with a man of the cloth/ The damage they caused, only half of the loss. The other half being that their grasp on the thoughts/ From the minds of our youth, with decline of the truth, makes it nearly impossible when it's time to recruit/ So we're waging a war. You'll be safe on the shore. Showing individuality, we'll take you aboard/ In a battle not only for preservation of an ancient art, those who were taken and were forced to have a change of heart/ Forced to praise the charts. Temptation plays the biggest part. Get the women and the money just to make a farce/ What say you? This is a war of betrayal. It's a tab bit too late for apologies now/ So you can wallow in sorrow, or just swallow your pride. Lace up your boots and come follow me down/ Chrous I know you're somewhere waiting/ Somewhere out there/ Follow me down/ I know you're somewhere waiting/ Somewhere out there/ Follow me down/