[Intro: Salam Wreck]
(Wreck!)
[Verse 1: Proof]
This is me dawg, this ain't no E talking
Deep thoughts in my dreams, plea bargain, I know we see often
The Tyson, then hammers, the lights and the cameras
So-called friends scramble when your life's pretty jammed up
My wrists fight with handcuffs, my soul held hostage
These jail bars are symbolic of dispelled knowledge
It's hell's hot, his thoughts of semen birthed an idol when we started dreaming
I wish you could feel my heart is beating
And part the reason I'm this far because of Marshall
I was impartial to skin or hair follicles
I didn't care, no obstacle's too big
I can't believe Head lost his head, now I'm heading to the booth to be Proof
Nothing less, something else got these leeches
Teaching me freedom is everything
Derty Harry brings justice to moochers
Proof just big-hearted with the passion to form art
These clowns take advantage of my start, take advantage of opportunity
So stop pursuing me, you devils will not ruin me
God, who is he? Show his face, know his place
Slow the pace, coldest ray, motive: rage, old and raised, damn I miss the golden days
[Hook x2: Proof]
Sometimes I feel that no one is real
And some on my team are single-handedly killing my dreams
(Wreck!)
[Verse 1: Proof]
This is me dawg, this ain't no E talking
Deep thoughts in my dreams, plea bargain, I know we see often
The Tyson, then hammers, the lights and the cameras
So-called friends scramble when your life's pretty jammed up
My wrists fight with handcuffs, my soul held hostage
These jail bars are symbolic of dispelled knowledge
It's hell's hot, his thoughts of semen birthed an idol when we started dreaming
I wish you could feel my heart is beating
And part the reason I'm this far because of Marshall
I was impartial to skin or hair follicles
I didn't care, no obstacle's too big
I can't believe Head lost his head, now I'm heading to the booth to be Proof
Nothing less, something else got these leeches
Teaching me freedom is everything
Derty Harry brings justice to moochers
Proof just big-hearted with the passion to form art
These clowns take advantage of my start, take advantage of opportunity
So stop pursuing me, you devils will not ruin me
God, who is he? Show his face, know his place
Slow the pace, coldest ray, motive: rage, old and raised, damn I miss the golden days
[Hook x2: Proof]
Sometimes I feel that no one is real
And some on my team are single-handedly killing my dreams
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