I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it,
read all about it, oh…

Nothing to hide,
Stifle and smother,
Suffered and cried.
Strife made me tougher,
Never mumbled or shy to
the trouble.
I rise above all
Expectations forget rep,
Ain’t never begged yet.
When I wanted to get pence,
Hustle to be,
I’m exactly what my neck says.
Saying I tried to cash in on
my Dad’s death,
I wanted to vent,
‘stead I said nothing at all.
After all you were never
kin to me,
Family is something that you never been to me,
In fact making it harder for me to see my father
Was the only thing that you ever did for me.
 [bad word] 
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it,
read all about it, oh…

As a kid
I looked up to you,
Only thing was I never saw enough of you.
The last thing I said to you was
I hated you,
I loved you and that’s too late
to say to you.
Just didn’t know what to do and how to deal with it,
Even now deep down
I still live it.
To think, I used to blame me,
I wonder what I did to you
To make you hate me?
I wasn’t even 5,
Life’s a journey and mine wasn’t
an easy ride.
You never even got to see me rap.
I just wish you would’a reached out,
I wish you would’a been round when I been down,
I wish that you could see me now.
Wherever you are I really hope you
find peace,
But know that if I ever have kids,
Unlike you I’ll never let them be without me.
 [bad word] 
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it,
read all about it, oh…

I write songs I can’t listen to,
Everything I have, I give to you,
In every one of these lines I sing to you.

My job’s more like
public service,
My life just became yours to read
and interpret.
If you heard it, [bad word] across a lot different at times,
I throw fits when
I read how they word things.
You see me smile,
Now you’re gonna have to see me hurtin’,
Coz pretending everything is alright
When it ain’t, really isn’t working.
 [bad word] 
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it,
read all about it, oh…

I ain’t censoring myself for nobody,
I’m the only thing I can be,
All that is good, all that is bad, all that is me.
 [bad word] 
I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
I wanna scream till the words dry out.
So put it in all of the papers,
I’m not afraid,
They can read all about it,
read all about it, oh…