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