When I lay down to sleep I turn to a deep thinker

Don’t wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker

Its just that, well they don’t call me Suffa for nothing

I’m a depressed, muttering, repressed suffering maniac

Screaming at anybody, anyplace

Man I love people I just hate the human race

And I hate all my friends, coz all my friends are taking drugs

They think its spiritual like a hippy making love

But the powders power only lasts for an hour

So they take a powder shower till they burn out like Mickey Lauder

Sour times come quicker than a drum inside a finger

What I drum before that

What I drum for my da tinka

Everyday for her's the saaaaaaame

Link up chin up

Left foot right foot

Lay down shut up

Every day she's getting fucked, just like everyone else

Man, damn, screw all your problems

I’ma focus on myself

4x

Left foot right foot

Keep it moving

I spent the last twenty two years of my life learning my way

Around the world, this space around me, watching night turn to day

I earnt some pay in certain ways but it wasn’t that, that taught me

Place between black and white and opposites attract

Possibly that the role of one man is filled by another

Yo Suffa, we breathe the breath of others

Your sancturies my cover

This feeling in my upper is possibly life

That makes these negative thoughts, so I move positive mics

Probability strikes random targets live in famine

And the heart is too much for one man to stand

Regardless, the powder and pills ain’t no way to heal my friend

Lean on one shoulder, the other rises like my skill ascend

See life has many ups, many downs and many miles

Many broken promises, hollow words and empty smiles

Consequently many guys win no break from the hidden hate

Drowning in this everyday give or také