You Know How It Is - You

Sometimes I Even Cut Myself To See How Much It Bleeds It's Like Adrenaline, The Pain Is Such A Sudden Rush For Me.

It's Not A Contest, And I Ain't On No Conquest For No Mate.

Yeah, I Did See Where The People Dissing Me Were Coming From. But, It's Like, Anything That Happened In The Past Between Black And White, I Can't Really Speak On It, Because I Wasn't There. I Don't Feel Like Me Being Born The Color I Am Makes Me Any Less Of A Person.

All I See Is Sissies In Magazines Smiling... Whatever Happened To Wildin' Out And Being Violent? Whatever Happened To Catching A Good, Old-fashioned, Passionate Ass Whoopin'? And Getting Your Shoes, Coat And Your Hat Tooken?

It Creeps Me Out Sometimes To Think Of The Person I Was. I Was A Terrible Person. I Was Mean To People.