What you see is what you get I only know Nothing but sticks and stones I only throw I'll just be sick with anger I'll chuck it up The person on my shoulder is like come on lets go Lets show 'em whats right The cigarettes littering the streets Laying down, young The id, the anger what it means to be Lays dormant year to year The drunk on the corner is like come on here boy I'll tell you what, keep thinkin like that and you'll have an idea They dont wanna hear We'll kill 'em in their homes Burn it down and watch it roll Test it with your might Thru the underpass and all the stuff that keeps you up at night Da da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da da da