Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frustration, artist - Rottin Razkals. Date of issue: 13.03.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Frustration |
| Frustration, how do I release the pain? |
| Frustration, got a brother goin’insane |
| Frustration, do what we must to maintain |
| Frustration, everybody feels the same |
| Where will I go, who will I see, what will I say |
| When and if I get to heaven or if I even go that way |
| I don’t know |
| Who calls the shots? |
| Who says it starts and it stops? |
| What’s what and what’s not? |
| Not me, not you |
| Not I, not who |
| Not a member of the Double I crew |
| Take the second letter off frustration |
| And now I wanna fuss with everybody in the nation |
| Everybody feels the same |
| Puff izm, everybody’s goin’insane |
| Racism, everybody feels the pain |
| But as for me I do what I must to maintain |
| Do I release, is there ever a time when I’m at my peace? |
| Be it West or East Coast, I devoted promotes |
| My life to hip hop for the heart provokes |
| The one that totes |
| Issuin heat, givin’they enemies a choke |
| We ain’t a hate cult |
| We got love but hate for those who traumatize, sodomize |
| Crook-a-delics in disguise |
| I’m in a state of frustrate |
| Now I saw my friend |
| Ain’t know when |
| Just say I’m goin’all out |
| Cos I ain’t givin’in |
| To my frustration, with my frustration |
| To my frustration, with my… |
| Frustration, how many ways does it hit us? |
| Racism, poverty and plenty brothaz put in prison |
| Real nigguz come from the dayz |
| Before the childhood of my grandpa |
| Despise another top of the boat for the blackness wanted |
| And crime across the nation |
| Parents basin' |
| Minds are wasted |
| Disgrace and temptation |
| No one’s involved with education |
| The limits exceed to live longer than a life span |
| Man, you take out a chance |
| And advance from… |
| Four twenty in the morning, I ain’t gettin’no sleep |
| Go problems in my head and the shit is gettin’deep |
| How a nigga like me Gonna make it as a rapper |
| Just a thief of da bricks |
| That been in and out the slammer |
| Now I gots to fit in with some type of role models |
| I used to sling coke out of glass and plastic bottles |
| Always had loot, off of robbin’other niggaz |
| These finger signin’autographs |
| Used to pullin’triggers |
| «Stay out of this shit"is what my niggaz keep yellin' |
| I ain’t got no loot |
| So ain’t no way in hell in tellin' |
| Waitin’on time gettin’touchy and shit |
| Even snappin’on some niggaz |
| And throwin’nervous fits |
| When I was a crook |
| I ain’t had problems like this |
| Cos I was in it for self |
| An’I ain’t really give a shit |