My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.
I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.
And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony.
Ain't nothin' but a whole lot of suckin' goin' on in rap.
A plaque and platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest.
Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.