Breaking Me Down (Featuring Duncan)

[Chorus – Duncan]
Keep talkin’ like that way dog,
I know you ain’t talkin’ ‘bout me.
All I know is I need a way out,
So why you always gotta doubt me?
You try to keep breaking, breaking me down,
But there ain’t no breaking, breaking me now.

[Verse 1]
I tried to listen, to a photograph,
it told me “go and get it”, I told it “hold me back”.
Holding my soul in prison, losing control of that,
knowing I’ll be forgiven, hoping that no one asks.
Catastrophe closing fast, know my history is overcast,
Amontillado, I hold the cask, reawaken the ghosts of past.
Blood boiling, temper hot as a pyro in Cairo,
got ‘bout five thousand reasons I’m re-upin’ my survival.
Why my eyes low, I’m a psycho, and you know I been developing a tight flow,
Gotta do it, I’m representing the white folk, no question mark and no typo.
Been used a little bit like Michael, but still kickin’ like Tae Bo,
and I’m still walkin’ that tightrope, and I still ain’t finding no rivals.
Heavily jaded, I’ve been masticated, now safe to say that I’ll be going unaided.
Ok to pray that I’ll be re-educated, rededicated ‘till my soul is vacated.
Been desecrated and I’m still underrated, so I’ma parade it unanticipated,
‘till a hater wishin’ me “happy belated”, I’m on my way up and I’m happy to say it.

[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now I’m watching the clock, (tickety-tickety-tock),
taking key to the top, I ain’t gonna knock, I’m picking the lock.
Might look like I didn’t belong, but came out the womb and I threw on some Pac,
who would’ve thought, I’d flip the world over the top, now we’re pursuing the cops.
My life is backwards. I’m not a rapper.
Born to be a blue collar, became a scholar after.
Sewing my own rope and now I’m hanging from the rafters.
Give it to the kids and you can skip a couple chapters.
So thank you all for showing up, Colorado throw it up,
born in California that’s important so I’m showin’ love,
Santa Fe we boarded, got retarded, and we tore it up,
Indiana hammered, where’s your manners? Share and pour it up.
A’int taking more of us, take mine and board it up,
my generation thanks you for the nation you’ve afforded us.
Ignoring these issues, wish you’d see that you’re ignoring us.
Wonder why the children wanna see just what a .40 does?