[Hook: Graph, Don-D & Houssam]

(I'm fed up!)

Of everybody here trying me

(I'm fed up!)

Of cops always asking for my I.D

(I'm fed up!)

Of always asking myself why me? And then they wonder why I don't feel part of society

[Verse 1: Houssam]

I finished school cause I was dumb

Didn't realize how useless it was for what I wanna become

Powerful and filthy fucking rich, 21 years old, the party is over, gotta make the switch

I don't wanna survive anymore, I wanna live, but this government keeps me from dreaming it might look like I'm laughing, but from the inside I'm screaming

Let me out, let me out y'all!!

I'm spittin this shit raw, from a young age they teach ya

You won't reach success without sucking

But they don't know we spent our lives ducking, avoiding they abuse

They want order, no excuse

Even for wars they make laws and rules taking us for fools

Injustice everywhere I look, poor people left shook

Why don't we understand that we're being robbed?

Them slaves want certainty, that monthly 2k getting up at 6 every day

Shit man that ain't the fucking way

I'm only taking back what they took from us

I know there's more people like me among us

But how to rise from these ashes?

Bring everything you got, and don't follow the masses

It's gonna get ugly before it gets pretty and how a seed turns into a tree

I'll decorate the victory with the blood of the enemy

This is the revolution!

[Hook: Graph, Don-D & Houssam]

(I'm fed up!)

Of everybody here trying me

(I'm fed up!)

Of cops always asking for my I.D

(I'm fed up!)

Of always asking myself why me? And then they wonder why I don't feel part of society

[Verse 2: Don-D]

I'm the Don but I could never pull strings on wide scales

All these blind people need braille to understand the pictures I spill

Perks of being a wallflower

60 minute LP full of cconspiracy theories, not even Jackie Chan could rush this hour

Controlling hand behind the scene

Blocks the brain to dream and if do go againt the stream you get waterboarded

TV is not reality, y'all part of a cavalry riding dick for salary

People get pimped and lied to to live a fairytale life

So they shouldn't be able to stick their nose in their wives

Stay out of my business. I got everything covered, I almost sound relgious

I actually blow up in ya face like tax return red digits

From rags to riches or should I say from riches to rags

'cus all these brainwashing adds promote skinny jeans and ripped sweats

Puffer jackets replaced for trashbags

Colorfilled flags all the sheep still get tagged

So fuck diversity, y'all just a number in the big bow of those who control

Stepping up the payroll by stretching your black hole

Mankind doesn't even understand the nature of living or the gender they're given

So nowadays men switch faster to women than the opinion of transgender millenial children

Freedom of speech until you exposé and pose a threat

Most of your idols owe a debt to that man in red

Blow up with Graph and Saddam Houssam tex sticking to facts

Advanced metaphors, probably takes the globe a decade to clap

[Verse 3: Graph]

I'm fed up of being treated like a crazy man, being stared at like I'm an alien

I'm fed up of people feeling unsafe when I'm standing in line at the ATM

I'm fed up of being fed up

I'm fed up of lying about not feeling fed up just to try and keep my fucking head up

I'm fed up of employers not trynna see me, of my low experience and my G.E.D.,

How about you suck my dick so I can atleast put one job on my CV?

I'm fed up of having a passport when it's more like a rejectport, 'cus everytime I'm at the airport they look for reasons to enter my backdoor

Frisking me. Saying it has nothing to do with my ethnicity

Makes me wanna hijack the plane and give them right what they wished to see

I'm fed up of rhyming about all these things and still hear clowns shit about how they not liking it. (why?)

'Cus I can't vibe to it

Makes me wanna round my fist and kamikaze it

With a direct hit, like how they got to trick you into believing Osama's planes in the Twin Towers did

And spiral it down your fucking throat, force you to swallow it

Don't vomit bitch, you should have known I'm not the one the fondle with

But you probably think since I'm an Islamisist I must be violent with the rhymes I spit

So what's the problem kid?

Now that you've gotten it you wanna ride my dick, 'cus your tail is no longer wagging behind your leg

But I'm bullshit intolerant, so open your mouth again and get your tonsils ripped

Show you motherfuckers how wild I get when

[Hook: Graph, Don-D & Houssam]

(I'm fed up!)

Of everybody here trying me

(I'm fed up!)

Of cops always asking for my I.D

(I'm fed up!)

Of always asking myself why me? And then they wonder why I don't feel part of society