I'm dedicated, the definition of dedication Wrote this whole record while I was levitating Sittin' in my room with the pen and paper, I'm innovative They've been afraid of me since I was a second grader I'm the kid on the playground mama told you to

Hop in the Maybach cruisin' I get the cake, they lose it I get the cake, hoes choosin' These niggas fake, we do it Hoppin' up in the Wraith, zoomin' Sippin' a lil drank, snoozin' Walking into the bank, foolish Tryna copy, you can't do it Ho tried to play

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here

You might look just like 'em, that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in

All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

(the kids will tear it down) 'Til something dies Crooked minds under gray skies They can't live 'til something dies Crooked minds ain't satisfied 'Til the ground touches the sky Touches the sky Crooked minds have gone astray Have they never learned from

I was just underrated, then I turned to a beast (Hey) Eat you like a gator when you stuck up in the streets (Ahh) I got 4 kids and they mouths gotta feast (Feast) Get a lick on the north and I sold it on the east (East) I know I'm a dawg 'cause I'm

Hey, hey, yeah, yeah. It's gettin' late but I don't mind. All the crazy shit I did tonight Those will be the best memories. I just wanna let it go for the night That would be the best therapy for me. Yeah (yeah) Hey, hey, yeah, yeah. Yeah