Here I am standing And yet somehow crippled A stone never thrown Can't create its own ripples I'm a mouthful of spit That gets lost in a drizzle And now That I'm angry I'm fist 'round a pistol And every day brings me A little bit closer to a Bitter explosion of venom and piss And all that I've seen And all that I've been Could never have made me ready for this All I want to know is: do I have to…? I have nothing: I am nothing More than anything I want to be something If it's something you fear, I don't care. Just something All I want to know is: Do I have to f**in' k** someone?! Look at you, look at me Look at you and I see: Victim and statistic Look at you, look at me Look at you and I see: A victim…a victim. But now it's time to let it go…let it go Before it takes me away – take me away