Intro Songtext
von Mars Black

Maybe he wasn′t a perfect father, maybe I wasn't a perfect son
I know you cats feel me, I can′t be the only one

Maybe I wasn't hugged enough, maybe I was hugged too much
Maybe I felt some shit I wasn't supposed to touch

Maybe I waited too long relying on my luck

Maybe I learned too soon the difference between love and a fuck
Maybe it′s the music, something I saw on TV
By the way, why are y′all so worried about me?
Maybe I could do this forever, one more chance to do it better
Come on, a second chance at the game

One man talking, I probably live it the same
Maybe y'all should stop looking for someone to blame
Maybe it′s best I don't think about these things


Just crack the whip ′til my fucking back stings
We were raised to be better than those things
They say about my people, the stereotypes I mean
My house wasn't perfect, but my mama raised three kings
A spoiled pretty daughter, we pamper like a queen
I know it seems odd the way I represent it
I guess it′s just odd the way we live it

I was born in the home of the mightiest MCs
But in the Midwest is where I live and breathe
Where I eat and shit, fucking MCs
And soon y'all be paying me just to breathe

Hardhead, corn fed, talk shit, nigga
I went straight to Mars and brought you back Mr. Black
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Used to be the gospel we spoke
Now you motherfuckers spit nothing but jokes
We from Nebraska, all we got is beef