The music in my car it grows as I face demons on my own I cannot relax with the weight you are on my back With all this fucking stress I will plan my attack Within my mind I'll find my way back In the palm of your hand is where I stand I can't go back to you again You can break your fist to try and break me Like the words you spit they're just too heavy And I finally found a home, a place that I can call my own So try and forget my name cause I'm sick and tired and tired of this game Too many times I fell out of line, I can't remember when my head was held high So try and forget my name cause I'm sick and tired of this game