Fred E.T. - Ephesians 6:4

Arguments with my parents back then and it drove me to anger!
Resort to the basement, look
Walkin round full of Frustration
Got all of my thoughts and arranged em, aye
Comin' out with a banger, and
Now i feel Rejuvenated
Little bro he don't hold conversations
When ya home alone and u go seek explanation?
That's when i just ride out
Let it just die down
I'm in control but it's lonely on my route
CD player gone play i just vibe out
Like Chris Webber, man i took some time out
Fill my phone with emotions i type down
Got commotion it's boiling in my house
Lost another job, then they gone find out

Then they remind how-
I parted ways with my compadres still partying on college campus knowin that they goin thru some of the similar second thoughts on really what is the point of it all??
If you not pushin syringe in the vein or u in the same vein as attorney at law or you turn to technology
Yo major won't get u paper
I'm not for the back n forth, I ain't no Federer
Im with the homies, we drinkin, we smokin
See, ma used to say to me, "boy dont u dare get involved"
I Beg to differ, cause where they roll up
I been havin a ball
And i been known to say no to peer pressure on many occasions
My Genesis dont mention Sega
Grew up on Nintendo
But i dont play games with you negus
And might i recall
Either be dead or in jail isn't likely for people like me
Well unless u get caught for some 'Juana, no more than a gram in yo pocket or fatally shot in ya spinal or noggin by cop with a tazer beside him decidin on otherwise, shit make YO momma cry
They on vacation for homicide
You ain't real in yo heart, if you let it slide
Aye
Middle class misfit mean no offense
Lost train of thought, backtrack lil bit
This shit more than rap lil bish my taste, my taste lambrack with the fish
Harder in AmeriKKKa, the darker ya skin
Caught in a twist all feelin lost
But the spirit
Spot with precision all it can offer the vision
Off this, I'm finna just
Ride out
Let it just die down
I'm in control but it's lonely on my route
CD player gone play i just vibe out
Like Chris Webber, man i took some time out
Fill my phone with emotions i type down
Got commotion it's boiling in my house
Lost another job, then they gone find out
Then they remind how-

{Verse 2}
Was Barely recruited, so soon i was done with hoopin
Overseas next to Toni Kukoc, taught to aim and shoot it
Prayin not to get Chi-Town/Shot Down over bullshit
& Pray that you is makin it back home
Cause u Ain't plan to wear the camo that long
Now u in the United States backbone
I told em that was somethin i would pass on
Not goin for it
It's either that or application, "go and get employed"
Dont ask to enlist
No chance to convince
Dry land To a fish
One ear out the next
As it won't resonate
I escape
To a place
I create
Outta thin air
A sinner, or saint
Pick a fate
You can chase
Make ya bed
Gotta lay
Plan B
Can't relate
Detonate or just-

{Outro Verse}
Ride out
Im doin fine now
It could be worse, it won't hurt if i might smile
All that yellin did was amplify doubt
Says a lot about why we ain't tight now
Type my life while it get to the right vouch
Multiply and won't let my shit die down
But this job will still like to remind how