Yo yo yo I feel right here. Slowly I'm breaking down. Feeling weak. I'm thinking about the. Higher ground I wish. To seek for the safeness. For the realness. Aw break it down. Simple for my people to hear this. For my people. Silent in the dark. I think I'm nutty. With your swords of emotions. Slashing and leave me bloody. Now I'm trippin. My problems turn to battles. I'm up shit creek. And guess what with out a paddle. 6 years of age. Is when I first got my rage. My father broke out. And then I turned a new page of my life. The change but then I was crazy. And thanks to my mom. Cuz she has stuck by. To raise me. I was fighting all the time. But with god help. Releasing all my tension. Through my knockin my hand. I'm coming out. I'm a freaked out cat. Coming out stony. And wet. Gonna be picking it up. For the boys who got slack in a band. Papa Roach four fingers. Of a hand. Retarded. Shut up n die. Shut up n die. I said you fucking die.