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Cracker I Hate My Generation

I hate my generation Now that I've said it, I feel liberated I hate my generation, yeah I hate my generation I offer no apologies I hate my generation

where the rats crawl It's my life [Chorus] [Scarface] I shoot it out befo' I bail, fly befo' I set sail I'd rather die cause I could never tell Rather

they were slaves,) (And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,) (But I live through my babies and I change my reality) (Maybe one day I'll ride

as I chooses, drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my

who am I the hyper Like I said, before my radar's going bibbit, bibbit The microphone I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric I live it Hear it my spirit is

reason for me to have to poor my own swigga Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed took my picture Surgeon general I represent the underneath The

get you killed tonight I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh) Just write my frustrations on my notepad And life ain't nothin

on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then the general would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my

my tunes And how he liked her finger, nail polish I say, ?Hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio,