Verse 1 Back in the days, I had a temper that couldn't be tamed I did what I could to try to earn myself a name They used to call me Madman, almost at the edge Hung out with gang members, but never claimed a set Blue and red, left and right- if we had our way, it wouldn't be a soul left tonight Nigga, yeah that's right- gunshots, Ginzu Mentally, that's the type of shit I was into I used to roll around in a '86 Cougar with a 9mil Ruger/Hoping not to be a shooter Every since I had to put the military suit up I've been pissed off, feeling like they lied about my future Either way it goes, I made my own choice Got the fuck out the choir, and found my old voice Me by myself, nigga- ain't no "boys" 21 years later, still making noise Chorus 50 years old, ain't with the fake shit Little Rock is home, but I've been to different places Keep to myself, I don't trust these fools That way, I shouldn't have to bust these tools (2x) Verse 2 I never take the time to try to rationalize With muthafuckaz, cuz I know they good for wearing a disguise I gave people trust before- end result, they lied And every time it happened, part of me died Evil thoughts started circulating through my mind Trouble's right in front front of me, but peace was hard to find I'll never be the better man if they get the upper hand Heard it half my life, cause my father was a reverend Back then, I had a split personality Both sides fighting for control, I'm the casualty One side- every day was a battle, see The other side tried to handle shit rationally Level head, I'm the one they annoint Hard head is like "Fuck it, I'ma prove my point" Do or die, win or lose- I'ma come out on top And bet not nobody call the muthafuckin' cops