"There comes a time in every man's life
when he's gotta handle s--t up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please -- they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chickens s--ts
don't get to heaven
'til they faced these fears in these fear zones
Used to get jacked back in high school
I played it cool
Just so, some real s--t won't get full blown
Being where I'm from, they let the smoke come quicker
than a evil redneck could lynch a helpless colored figure
And as a victim I invented low-key
'til the keyhole itself got lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form form free
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin out me
I don't sweat it, I let the bulls--t blow in the breeze!
In other words, just freeze"