Frustration Lyrics
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Frustration Lyricsby Rottin Razkals Buy album CD: Only Everything Chorus Frustration, how do I release the pain? Frustration, got a brother goin' insane Frustration, do what we must to maintain Frustration, everybody feels the same [Fam] Where will I go, who will I see, what will I say When and if I get to heaven or if I even go that way I don't know Who calls the shots? Who says it starts and it stops? What's what and what's not? Not me, not you Not I, not who Not a member of the Double I crew Take the second letter off frustration And now I wanna fuss with everybody in the nation Everybody feels the same Puff izm, everybody's goin' insane Racism, everybody feels the pain But as for me I do what I must to maintain Chorus [Chap] Do I release, is there ever a time when I'm at my peace? Be it West or East Coast, I devoted promotes My life to hip hop for the heart provokes The one that totes Issuin heat, givin' they enemies a choke We ain't a hate cult We got love but hate for those who traumatize, sodomize Crook-a-delics in disguise I'm in a state of frustrate Now I saw my friend Ain't know when Just say I'm goin' all out Cos I ain't givin' in To my frustration, with my frustration To my frustration, with my.... Chorus [?Fam?] Frustration, how many ways does it hit us? Racism, poverty and plenty brothaz put in prison Real nigguz come from the dayz Before the childhood of my grandpa Despise another top of the boat for the blackness wanted And crime across the nation Parents basin' Minds are wasted Disgrace and temptation No one's involved with education The limits exceed to live longer than a life span Man, you take out a chance And advance from..... Chorus [Diesel] Four twenty in the morning, I ain't gettin' no sleep Go problems in my head and the shit is gettin' deep How a nigga like me Gonna make it as a rapper Just a thief of da bricks That been in and out the slammer Now I gots to fit in with some type of role models I used to sling coke out of glass and plastic bottles Always had loot, off of robbin' other niggaz These finger signin' autographs Used to pullin' triggers "Stay out of this shit" is what my niggaz keep yellin' I ain't got no loot So ain't no way in hell in tellin' Waitin' on time gettin' touchy and shit Even snappin' on some niggaz And throwin' nervous fits When I was a crook I ain't had problems like this Cos I was in it for self An' I ain't really give a shit Chorus-X2
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