| Fear is nothing more than a feeling
|
| You feel hot
|
| You feel hungry
|
| You feel angry
|
| You feel afraid
|
| Fear can never kill you
|
| Now who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
|
| That’s if you can admit it if you get that shook
|
| Cause everyone’s been in a bit of a pinch that looked a bit bad
|
| Couldn’t predict that you would live past where you stood
|
| I’m scared of God coming back, asking if I’ve read his big black book
|
| While I’m mid-splash up in a bitch' ass in a bath room
|
| Nothing gets stashed if you live crass under a glass roof
|
| I’m afraid, but I act natural. |
| On tours I can’t sleep
|
| Hoping there’s nothing we crash through, while on board in the back seat
|
| Since I nearly lost my life and my wife in a taxi
|
| The echos of the impact retroactively attack me
|
| I’m afraid of having a baby that lacks feet
|
| Afraid of rugged terrain and plunging a plane head first in a vast sea
|
| I’m afraid of any school-aged child that packs heat
|
| Or the feeling of not being able to wake up from a bad dream
|
| I’m afraid of wasting years of my life on this rap scene
|
| Or Seeing my mother pass without grasping the brass ring
|
| So many tragedies happen in mass on the flat screen
|
| But it’s never as real as hearin' your family’s last screams
|
| Cause god didn’t make us to die! |
| (so what?)
|
| So fear is an interim instinct given to keep us alive
|
| So when you feel the chills reel up your spine
|
| And the adrenaline fills you, don’t stress
|
| Cause fear can still kill you
|
| I’m known as a brave guy
|
| But to say I’m fearless is to say lies
|
| Some I might have until my days die
|
| My fears are few, but powerful
|
| When the days done and your demons come to devour you and kill if you allow
|
| them to
|
| Feelings I’m familiar with known as a grown man
|
| Heart pounding will make your spine shudder like a cold hand
|
| Nothing logical about it, wild, irrational, makin' your mind clouded
|
| Can you explain yours? |
| I doubt it
|
| Why do thoughts of failure make me uptight
|
| I don’t swim
|
| Cause the fear drowning wakes me up nights
|
| I don’t win
|
| Stare the nightmare in the eye when I stood at my pop’s grave
|
| Was not afraid of death, but with his I was not brave
|
| He was proud but didn’t live to see me a make hot stage
|
| I cry to see his pride when I rock and got praised
|
| That’s why I spot days, it’s more than a clock’s hours
|
| Refusal let the fear block power
|
| Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo I’m 23 started writing in my late-teens
|
| Got with PMD’s Hitsquad when I was 18
|
| Thinkin' I’m the nicest
|
| My first song of great means
|
| Naive, thinkin' I’m one step away from this great dream
|
| Had plans for the top even had fans on my jock
|
| Listenin' to my old shit, I know why my manager stopped callin'
|
| Gotta take advantages, not often niggas want to put you on
|
| I need a hand just to stop fallin'
|
| Fall away from my dreams
|
| And I didn’t go to college cause your boy was supposed to go all the way to the
|
| green
|
| All the way to the scene of Biggie’s performance on ‘The Show'
|
| Imagine I saw my face on the screen, damn
|
| I try to tell myself «I won’t fail»
|
| But if I do ain’t no «Oh well»
|
| What the fuck do I do if I don’t sell?
|
| I’m scared that I’m wasting my life being Joe Schmoe with no dough
|
| I’mma take a .44 and I’m wasting my life, fuck that
|
| You may think I’m frontin', but let me tell you I ain’t scared of nothin'
|
| And nowadays you always gotta be prepared for somethin'
|
| Cause life is a game that we play
|
| The chips fall where they may but most times you don’t land where you want to
|
| There were days when I would have said I was afraid of heights
|
| When I was younger I couldn’t go to sleep without the lights
|
| But when I got over it I really started noticin'
|
| We only fear a situation when we ain’t controllin' it
|
| I would have seen more scary movies if somebody woulda told a kid
|
| That when you turn the TV off the monsters go away
|
| You know they say there’s nothing to fear, but being afraid
|
| And I’m afraid I never seen the difference being scared made
|
| Except for opportunities to advance going to waste
|
| I never ran so you ain’t got to worry about me giving a chase
|
| I don’t give a fuck
|
| If I’m cornered with a barrel to my face
|
| And niggas claiming that they really ain’t afraid to catch a case
|
| That’s bullshit
|
| Cause a nigga that was ‘bout it would’ve pulled it
|
| And the fear in his eyes say he ain’t go not bullets
|
| Then, once I realize that he ain’t gonna do shit
|
| Be afraid, I got one too dog, and I ain’t afraid to use it |