Shaquille

I was just a youngin with a chip up on my shoulder
Holding grudges, and revenge weighted as my burden
Heart break, heart aches getting left alone and
Can't achieve a sense of belonging cause I was sold so
Had to find my worth in things that didn't even matter
The things I'd leave the day I die, along with peoples chatter
People wanna work so they can make they pockets fatter but
I just wanna work so I can show the world the answer uh
Baby look alive i'm, baby look alive I'm
Suffocating from the words i told myself at night I
Doubt I cry I pout I lie in tears when I would try to
Sleep at 3 am but all im hearin is my mind I
Wish that i can be just six again in the philippines
I was playing action figures, I was reading magazines
Information gathered in my head on the daily
Life just wasn't stabilize, livin' was too shaky
Livin' in America, never felt belonged
I was in the middle man, no one tagged along
Barely spoke English, everything was gibberish
Bullied by some classmates, buildin' up my bitterness
Grew up insecure, and I couldnt find a cure
I couldn't endure, and my feelings never sure
Always felt victimized, no intentions pure
Can't trust anyone, they just wanna lure me
Into all the devilish hellishness they embellish in
I wont let myself believe the bull they keep sellin in
Massacres, marauders, misogynist and menacin'
Round the poor in mind, and the physically perishin'
Livin' in a land where the man with a hundred grand
Wouldn't lend a single hand to the man forever damned
Uh, they be sayin' its a sad world we live in man
But lemme ask you, are we really livin man? dang...