Dirty Knucklez

[Intro]
Dirty Knucklez
Dirty Knucklez, Dirty Knucklez

[Verse 1]
I’m probably arrogant, now they wanna call my bluff
Been promoting my own my jumps and my sneakers ain’t scuffed
Figured probably if they ignored me, nobody will see my glory
Set free from black magic you don’t wanna hear my story
Think I couldn’t be a doctor or even a nurse
A college nigga dropped out in the mutha4kin' helicopter
Mama never said shit when he whopped my ass
I’m talking whoppings that’ll make a nigga skip the class
Then they came to me with Jesus, but where was He at
Child abuse hit me hard and left bruises on my back
Now they’re telling me it’s over, I shouldn’t bring it up
Wonder why I hang with sluts and pour liquor in their cup

[Chorus]
Dirty Knucklez
Judge me if you've walked where I've cruise
Or stay the fuck out my way ‘cause my emotions are bruised
Don’t really give a damn, ain’t nobody tried to hear me
When I screamed for help, now it’s time to hear my story

[Verse 2]
Why I muther4ka, why I had to suffer
Why my pain and my struggle swept under the rug
All they've seen is a ghetto thug
Who believes in God, but yet I’m still getting drunk in the club
Some of my niggas be Nigerians and we don’t give a fuck
My niggas they be Grenadians and definitely don’t give a fuck
I've gotta lay it down so you could walk over
Police don’t understand why a nigga ain't sober
I’m hopeless when I’m home
Don’t wanna be alone, stoned
With some strangers and no access to a telephone
Because my family would leave me, my love was different
Then wonder why I sing these songs for the ghetto children

[Chorus]
Dirty Knucklez
Judge me if you've walked where I've cruise
Or stay the fuck out my way ‘cause my emotions are bruised
Don’t really give a damn, ain’t nobody tried to hear me
When I screamed for help, now it’s time to hear my story

[Bridge]
Dirty Knuckles, Dirty Knuckles
Yo, my Dirty Knuckles, my Dirty Knuckles

[Verse 3]
I’m on the couch with T'ameaux and Garth we’re watching Ip Man
Seven years later me and C this is it, man
Wonder why I have no props for fags
‘Cause they never stood up for the position they grab
All these witches who be bragging cause they ride on the broom
Make me hate to be a Christian, the hypocrite room
Yeah they probably think I'm crazy as hell
Why this nigga thirty-something, and he don’t give a fuck if he fails
Came out with nominations, didn’t you hate
Went and got me the stamps, you wouldn’t congratulate
Talking 'bout I sound like Pac
Ain’t you waitin' for my fall so you could go and gloat about that

[Chorus]
Dirty Knucklez
Judge me if you've walked where I've cruise
Or stay the fuck out my way ‘cause my emotions are bruised
Don’t really give a damn, ain’t nobody tried to hear me
When I screamed for help, now it’s time to hear my story

[Bridge]
Dirty Knuckles, Dirty Knuckles
Yo, my Dirty Knuckles, my Dirty Knuckles