When I lay down to sleep I turn to a deep thinker Don’t wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker Its just that, well they don’t call me Suffa for nothing I’m a depressed, muttering, repressed suffering maniac Screaming at anybody, anyplace Man I love people I just hate the human race And I hate all my friends, coz all my friends are taking drugs They think its spiritual like a hippy making love But the powders power only lasts for an hour So they take a powder shower till they burn out like Mickey Lauder Sour times come quicker than a drum inside a finger What I drum before that What I drum for my da tinka Everyday for her's the saaaaaaame Link up chin up Left foot right foot Lay down shut up Every day she's getting fucked, just like everyone else Man, damn, screw all your problems I’ma focus on myself 4x Left foot right foot Keep it moving I spent the last twenty two years of my life learning my way Around the world, this space around me, watching night turn to day I earnt some pay in certain ways but it wasn’t that, that taught me Place between black and white and opposites attract Possibly that the role of one man is filled by another Yo Suffa, we breathe the breath of others Your sancturies my cover This feeling in my upper is possibly life That makes these negative thoughts, so I move positive mics Probability strikes random targets live in famine And the heart is too much for one man to stand Regardless, the powder and pills ain’t no way to heal my friend Lean on one shoulder, the other rises like my skill ascend See life has many ups, many downs and many miles Many broken promises, hollow words and empty smiles Consequently many guys win no break from the hidden hate Drowning in this everyday give or také