atleast i think its a positive song...

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back in 2003-i can still remember,
how we all used to write-til late december,
kinda funny how a fad it turned to be,
a population of rappers-a bunch of wannabees,
look here-i ain tryina criticise though,
look into my eyes-give me an honest advice yo,
its that simple-to me, rapping is a hobby,
until i became a school drop out and a junky,
listenin to Bob Marley-so i roll up all my money,
trade it all for them pills just to stay happy,
lookin over my shoulder-dad gave me the eye,
next thing i knew-i got kicked out of my house,
they say time flies so fast when you havin fun,
i guess that the drugs must've slowed me down,
and i feel like a little boy lost in a mall,
and i cant find my way out and its gettin too cold,
which reminds me-a few chapters back,
brick wall behind me-and thugs with bats,
lets just say-seconds later-everythin went black,
and i was left in that corner-until its game over,
few years later im back on my grind and ready,
searchin for them same fools who beat me up bloodied,
me and my boys we roll from kampong to kampong,
all the way from bandar to borneo borders,
hold up-im getting too paranoid over this shit,
and i forgot why am i even smoking this shit,
im drunk as soon as im feelin like im soberin up,
going on a hundred mile drive with my f***in hood up,
the meter hits the last number now im sure to die,
left a letter on the door step - selamat hari raya~
see it keeps comin back to me - god forgive me,
was it really my fault? i dont care just take me!
and im not even makin any sense-see im so tensed,
emotions just came clashin-onto my chest,
breathe-can you swallow it whole?
no? i guess not! s'why i'd rather be out-cold,
although-the pain-it does make me feel alive,
i dont know-i think im losin my mind,
have i gone psychotic? have i gone insane?
why am i talking to myself, need i explain?
and why am i teary? what's it to you?
what am i to you? oh yes, your other fool~
and it just feels so right to let it out,
but sometimes i dont mean what came out of my mouth,
sometimes its just anger-sometimes its not me,
sometimes its just-heh-pure stupidity,
imma make it simple~so you could understand,
that this pain-damn, i cannot comprehend,
and i cannot comprehend love-i do not know you,
there's nothin in this world i could give-to just please you,
enough about that shit-im only trying to say,
that-everything-just isnt what it seems