| Song | The Message |
| Artist | Deez Nuts |
| Album | Word Is Bond |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| ******t, I gotta be the best man I can be. | |
| Yeah I know how it feels to wake up ****** up, | |
| Tough luck times is tough, so I better man the ****** up. | |
| Easier said then done huh? | |
| My mind full of paranoia creeping round mine with my blinds shut. | |
| Gimme pills gimme powder, take em till I feel numb. | |
| Chain smoke them cigarettes till I got the black lung. | |
| Here come the come down, drown it with that Hennessy. | |
| My heart's heavy, my heart's racing, got me pacing in concrete boots. | |
| Feel the weight of every situation but I rise to the occasion. | |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| ******t, I gotta be the best man I can be. | |
| Yeah my mind ******, running circles in my head, | |
| But I'm stuck to my bed wi******ng I was ******’ dead. | |
| More money more problems, ****** I feel you big, | |
| Make a little cake, so called “friends” cant stand the kid. | |
| Gimme pills gimme powder, take em till I feel numb. | |
| Chain smoke them cigarettes till I got the black lung. | |
| Here come the come down, drown it with that Hennessy. | |
| My heart's heavy, my heart's racing, got me pacing in concrete boots. | |
| Feel the weight of every situation but I rise to the occasion. | |
| Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge. | |
| I'm trying not to lose my head. | |
| Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge. | |
| I'm trying not to lose my head. | |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| I gotta be the best man I can be. |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| t, I gotta be the best man I can be. | |
| Yeah I know how it feels to wake up up, | |
| Tough luck times is tough, so I better man the up. | |
| Easier said then done huh? | |
| My mind full of paranoia creeping round mine with my blinds shut. | |
| Gimme pills gimme powder, take em till I feel numb. | |
| Chain smoke them cigarettes till I got the black lung. | |
| Here come the come down, drown it with that Hennessy. | |
| My heart' s heavy, my heart' s racing, got me pacing in concrete boots. | |
| Feel the weight of every situation but I rise to the occasion. | |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| t, I gotta be the best man I can be. | |
| Yeah my mind , running circles in my head, | |
| But I' m stuck to my bed wi ng I was ' dead. | |
| More money more problems, I feel you big, | |
| Make a little cake, so called " friends" cant stand the kid. | |
| Gimme pills gimme powder, take em till I feel numb. | |
| Chain smoke them cigarettes till I got the black lung. | |
| Here come the come down, drown it with that Hennessy. | |
| My heart' s heavy, my heart' s racing, got me pacing in concrete boots. | |
| Feel the weight of every situation but I rise to the occasion. | |
| Don' t push me cause I' m close to the edge. | |
| I' m trying not to lose my head. | |
| Don' t push me cause I' m close to the edge. | |
| I' m trying not to lose my head. | |
| Pick myself up, dust myself off, | |
| Never let nothing get the better of me. | |
| Keep my chip up, get my head straight, | |
| I gotta be the best man I can be. |