Badman N.O.R.E. (Ft. Beanie Sigel)

[Hook]
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be faded
To telling only lies

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E]
You see they dissed me in that resource room, a special ed classic
Now I make special bread, special bastard
Taught to believe I couldn't achieve, and wasn't smart enough
Couldn't be a lawyer, but a carpenter
What they installed in my head, I feel braindead
Said I should just work with my hands because my brain dead
Said "Mr. Santiago, you could never be a doctor
You could never be a judge, you don't even speak proper
Probably gonna be a boxer, athlete or something like"
Disability, my A.D.D. was something like
Thoughts in a straitjacket, brain's in a wheelchair
Feeling like I'm handicapped, still feel I'm still there
Break it down for you niggas through the syllables
Paint a picture for you motherfuckers through the visual
While some niggas, wind up dead in hospitables
Little niggas grow up fast to hard criminals