Armand Hammer Lyrics
"Willie Boscet"

Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthaf*cka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude

Underpriveleged overmedicated
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative
(Look how they do me)
In case i might not make it
These feelings Complicated
Actions without explanation
Why they build me up to break me down
Really I just wanna make my family proud
What i gotta do to make em understand
I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance
Transferred outta school new alternatives
Teacher scared to death Nobody learning sh*t
What security? Still sneaking blades and burners in
Disturbed but we just need a proper turn to vent
What i do to deserve this type of hurt im in
Point the gun at myself I bet they hear me then
No not again promise me youll make it right
Where i done been you check ya soul to Pay the price

Chorus:

Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthaf*cka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude

Early
Crack of dawn
730
Dirty
Crack stem palmed
Herky-j*rky
If it's the bomb?
Feets is working
Jitterbug, Lindy Hop
The Roger Rabbit
Cut a rug/the room is padded
Mumble to hisself can't tell him nothing
And the sh*t he say?
You hope he bluffing
Seen him round the way/n*ggas you never seen before
Oh word?
Seen him smoking/what it is you ain't sure
Oh word?
Ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door
Witching Hour/Son appears just like a ghost
You call the cops, they come in pulling f*cking toast
Take him to the hospital, docs just let him go
Going gone off that water, water, we call it boat
Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago
Every day is fourth-and-long
What a n*ggy Know?
Every day is drama, mr. zone 6
Credit the embalmer, zone blitz
Got him zoned out on the couch
You're living in a crypt

Chorus:
Sometime i feel like im somebody else
Emotions running having conversations with myself
They say he present but nobody's home
Look at this lil muthaf*cka acting like he grown
Shackled to a future via padded room
Me and my attitude
Me and my attitude