From the words of my father Never let them see you sweat But father proceeding with armor has it's debt Provoking my inner thoughts with jokes And with looks is just a natural threat Ooo Ooo Ooo When I can't say the words I am filled with regret When there is no cure for the standards I have set I just rhyme to narrow down the possibilities in my head Ooo Ooo Ooo In my current condition I remain a threat Anyone near me is a victim of my sane decent When I'm alone I turn my anger into sense Then I long for someone to say that's beautifully said Ooo Ooo Ooo