Ever get the feeling no one's got your back
Caught up in themselves livin' lies besides the fact
Somehow you're going on an opposite track
As we recover from another social heart attack

You think you see between the lines
But you can't see through dollar signs
So sick and tasteless now
Immature and faceless how
Can i even sleep at night, you ask

You say you're a pacifist
Instead you wave your fist
0 And all the while it becomes the end again
Make up your mind cause i can't decide
You think uniquelism makes you dignified
You can't see with half opened eyes
You think you're standing up
Instead you're falling far behind

What i do is what i choose,
Which makes it my decision
If your life was a book,
Your story would be fiction

Rap Portion:
Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It�s number 32 now here�s the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don�t change the station
Pack your bags cause we�re leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I�m a disaster
A microphone master
Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster
It�s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
I�m hot chocolate and you see me running late
Cause I�m always making time to make your girlie feel great
And I�m Bizzy Dee from way down town
I�m known to rock a mic like a king was a crown
When I�m on top I�m gonna borrow that bootie