Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin' It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin' They just use your mind and they never give you credit 9 to 5, yeah they got you where they want you There's a

Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice is mad for you my friend Doesn't matter what you see Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you

What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga You say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is

I call it love Baby, I don't know what love is Maybe I'm a fool I just know what I'm feeling And it's all because of you Don't tell me I don't know I want the truth 'Cause they call it

It's about to be legendary Yeah we're gonna be legends Gonna get their attention What we're doing here ain't just scary Gonna teach 'em all a lesson Got this feeling that we're so sweet caring I think they got it all wrong We just got to hold on And on,

Nothin' anyhow, nothin' anyhow, nothin' anyhow, how I don't even care about what they say No, no, let it go, just turn it down I don't even care about what they say, say, say, say, yeah It's on a rumour mill Bad things be spreading 'round Can't tell me,

Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,

What do you say to the dead? Will you forgive me for living? Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing It's killing me! What do they do with your soul? Is it just lying there busted? When did you lose all control?

This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean Niggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man Niggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate,

Just what they've done, done, done, done, done It's a twelve o'clock depression, my mind is in recession And I can't answer you It's the day I can't remember, I think it's late September Or is it April blue I can't find peace of mind in a world so unkind