Regular People (Conceit)

I've trampled on that roadThat you think you ownYou have that "smart ass" attitudeIt's time to stop the fiction I live it every dayWhile you're mind's far awayI'm out here putting pride on the lineAnd you case on me with pure respectOne chance at one thingHard time is comingMy time, your painI reign on you You think you ownI take awayTake it with meYou think you ownMade it my ownMost regular people would say it's hardAnd any streetwise son of a bitch knowsDon't fuck with this The so many timesYou practice in your mirrorTo be just like meBut you just can't seeYou ain't got the balls, son I fight for love of brotherYour friends fight one anotherYou can't see because your head's up your assAnd just in cast you think you're badI crush your rushI rule you foolI'm immovable stone in your world of weak -- I speak