[Intro: Jon Murdock] Yeah, feel this, yo [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] When I was younger, my pockets stayed broke as f** Wishing things would change sooner, look up, I stayed hoping But nothing happened, I'm stuck in the same jacket I'm wanting to change the madness that I live and gain access To get this sh** I see these people rocking daily Like it's nothing, but I'm still s**ed into the same suction Moms couldn't function in the morning stayed screamin' Up all night, sniffing fiend and had me seeking for the reasons Why's my life have to be this way? Each day is like a replay, a week's pay just seeped away No phone, couldn't pay the bill but had change to fill They pants with some bags in they pockets, you know these days are real Didn't give a f** what anybody said to me Punched people dead in the face for standing next to me Not even my enemy, had me feeling hatred Walking down the street like, "If anybody say sh**" School picked me out in seventh grade, think about it Thirteen shoved me away, don't want to think about it Years pa**ed, still the same sh**, cops on my dick Smoking weed, walking down the strip, popping pills to dip Cats started to flip, set 'em up quick, took they sh** Kept some, sold the rest, pocket thick, yo, look at this Known as a thief on the streets, cops was lookin' Didn't have sh** all my life, so I took it
And I'm wrong for that? [Hook: Beth Gibbons] From this moment, how can it feel, this wrong? [Verse 2: Jon Murdock] Using d**, what I do is wrong and I know that Robbing cats, doing burglaries, I can't hold back Where's the weed? Roll it up quick, I need to smoke that Cats I ran with did the same sh** plus coke and crack "Get a job," I heard that same line, like a million times f** that, I'd rather pump this coke and flip a million dimes I'd a wrote million rhymes, thinking 'bout the illest times That we had k**ing some time, still on the grind Worked a few jobs for lame pay, spent the money on d** My parents did the same sh**, look they broken up We're doing that sh** and my brain became sober My pain became older, stressed, obtained a plan to raise over The manners that I live with, from day to day Coped this coke, coped this weed, flipped heavy to pave the way Moved into a house with my mom and used the basement sh** started clicking, real quick, money I'm wastin' Coped the whip, coped some rims, coped some other sh** Stress started leaving, calm down, right in my own crib Now I'm eating, but I'm paranoid at the law Now what I do doesn't seem right at all [Hook: Beth Gibbons] From this moment, how can it feel, this wrong? From this moment, how can it feel, this wrong?