Rottin Razkals - Frustration Lyrics
ChorusFrustration, how do I release the pain?Frustration, got a brother goin insaneFrustration, do what we must to maintainFrustration, everybody feels the same[fam]Where will I go, who will I see, what will I sayWhen and if I get to heaven or if I even go that wayI dont knowWho calls the shots?Who says it starts and it stops?Whats what and whats not?Not me, not youNot i, not whoNot a member of the double I crewTake the second letter off frustrationAnd now I wanna fuss with everybody in the nationEverybody feels the samePuff izm, everybodys goin insaneRacism, everybody feels the painBut as for meI do what I must to maintainChorus[chap]Do I release, is there ever a time when Im at my peace?Be it west or east coast, I devoted promotesMy life to hip hop for the heart provokesThe one that totesIssuin heat, givin they enemies a chokeWe aint a hate cultWe got love but hate for those who traumatize, sodomizeCrook-a-delics in disguiseIm in a state of frustrateNow I saw my friendAint know whenJust say Im goin all outCos I aint givin inTo my frustration, with my frustrationTo my frustration, with my....Chorus[? fam? ]Frustration, how many ways does it hit us?Racism, poverty and plenty brothaz put in prisonReal nigguz come from the dayzBefore the childhood of my grandpaDespise another top of the boat for the blackness wantedAnd crime across the nationParents basinMinds are wastedDisgrace and temptationNo ones involved with educationThe limits exceed to live longer than a life spanMan, you take out a chanceAnd advance from.....Chorus[diesel]Four twenty in the morning, I aint gettin no sleepGo problems in my head and the shit is gettin deepHow a nigga like meGonna make it as a rapperJust a thief of da bricksThat been in and out the slammerNow I gots to fit in with some type of role modelsI used to sling coke out of glass and plastic bottlesAlways had loot, off of robbin other niggazThese finger signin autographsUsed to pullin triggersStay out of this shit is what my niggaz keep yellinI aint got no lootSo aint no way in hell in tellinWaitin on time gettin touchy and shitEven snappin on some niggazAnd throwin nervous fitsWhen I was a crookI aint had problems like thisCos I was in it for selfAn I aint really give a shitChorus-x2
