From the words of my father
Never let them see you sweat
But father proceeding with armor has it's debt
Provoking my inner thoughts with jokes and with looks is just a natural threat

When I can't say the words I am filled with regret
When there is no cure for the standards I have set
I just rhyme to narrow down the possibilities in my head

Ooo Ooo Ooo

In my current condition
I remain a threat
Anyone near me is a victim of my sane decent
When I'm alone I turn my anger into sense
Then I long for someone to say that's beautifully said

Ooo Ooo Ooo