one day you wake up and you say you wanna be somebody just tell yourself man you gotta do something you go okay do something and you go out there and try to do something and why did i have to wake up want to be somebody i don t know you know i s the way you start you know you try to be a nice guy and pick your friends and you hope that they re gonna be nice guys and you find out along the way some of those guys aren t as nice as you thought maybe you should never even have uh should never even have uh gone the nice route anyways cut throat that s what you gotta do you gotta cut the throat the battleground is out here now and uh everybody knows it and they re scared and there s not much time left how come i had to wake up and wanna be somebody somehow i thought elation in this place gave in daily to fates that i m placed in my plate s thin real hunger made me desire more for all my people starving for love heart is harder to touch because it s harder to trust that s a part of the reason that no one tries to discuss see their eyes with disgust hatred pointed at us disguising secret agendas to keep us back from the place that we need to be easily my easel paints these feelings that we need to keep i m speaking while i m bleeding these demons reap what we build i m not feeling it can t you see that you hurting me all these bullets disturbing me all these doors keep on curbing me now i m lacking in currency back to the slums tryna find a way to live within this man i ve become making dough from this dirt that i ve been handed in sums the damage is done i m playing cards with the devil foot on the pedal no strings attached need my cash no gepetto working hard stay sharp suckas yap they bark til they get tested for they heart when it s dark  black man with a dream i ve realized it means more to me than i thought it would when i was on these strings little things would eat at me until my grieving see i would lose my way fallen victim to life in a maze every truth in turn will be a fading burn that brings me back to a point my mind was in a daze and my old man alone with these plights we slow dance whoa blood on my hands stick it on my heart from the start of it all it s the way that i grew to be three scars nothing new to me real life s what s true to me and that s the way it goes from the end of the road i made it on my own i m playing cards with the devil foot on the pedal no strings attached need my cash no gepetto working hard stay sharp suckas yap they bark til they get tested for they heart when it s dark