How I Control
They say that I need help, Call me Crazy, Impulsive,Broken, label me with anger Issues
They think that I got problems controlling myself, But that ain't what it is
I can't control how I feel, But I control how I deal
And I choose to deal with my fists, Choose to break down doors and throw bricks
It's my method of cope, like some people smoke or gamble till they're broke
I throw blows
Adrenaline pumping through my veins
scary thoughts running through my brain, got them thinking i'm insane
One wrong look and you done set off the trigger, cock back my fist like it's a 9 miller
And I pull it, Every blow is a bullet and I'm careful where I put it
And, yeah
violence is never the answer, It's the solution
To every counselor wanna tell me violence ain't gon' get me nowhere, it done got me through a lot
I gotta protect me and mines and I'm all that I got
Gotta put up this front like I'm tough when I'm not
Gotta act like I'm the shit when I'm doubting my worth
'Cause It's easier to be angry than admit to being hurt
And sometimes my fist have more impact than words, nobody hears me when i speak but they all stop and stare when I fight
and crying makes you weak so I can't let 'em see me cry
they say to keep it all inside then get made when my anger got me breaking down doors
'cause when it rains man, It pours
I dont got issues
I dont got anger issues
I just got anger, a lot
more than I know what to do with
So I fight