It's the small things, the not at all things-/
That you can boil on up, and make 'em something-/
And If you want to, you can be mad too-/
But you don't want to, and you don't have to-/

Say it's nothing nothing nothing x 4-//

Its nothing, to feel a little torn up-/
Like it ain't been your week, your day, or your month-/
-Yeah it's normal to feel, lost-/
-Life ain't, flowing how you thought that it, was/
It's nothing - to feel a little unsure-/
-Purgatory halls, trying to pick the right, door/
It's nothing - somebody snipped the light cord-/
-But you can fix it up it ain't nothing to die for/
It's nothing - and though I'm different myself-/
- Still I feel I'm similar to everyone else, coz-/
Some days, I fall, vic to myself-/
-Overthinking every little sitch that I'm dealt, and/
Some days, I even lie to my-self-/
- Get a little high, say goodbye to myself, it's/
Those days, I gotta tighten my belt-/
-Coz really only one that I deny is myself-//

-Sometimes I hate the way you humans are-/
-You make me wanna throw a brick, through your moving car-/
-To be a rapper all you need to know is who you are-/
-But gotta say that same, shit to be a superstar-/
-So why they trying to bar the truth, from the radio-/
Do I gotta talk some bull-shit for them to play me though-/
--Nobody wanna hear about the damn war-/
All they want is dick, in your pussy on the dance floor-/
-- Nobody wanna hear about the real-/
- Everybody wanna hear about a mill-/
-And I don't give a fuck about your deal-/
-If you ain't giving back, then you'll never be fulfilled/
-I'm trying to shake, up the world because they need, waking-/
Until I've opened every eye then I'ma keep waiting-/
-And when I lose patients, I think of those suffering-/
-Compared to them, what the fuck are my problems--//

-I used to know a really tight chick-/
-Beautiful within as she was in an outfit-/
- Worked out, body was quite fit-/
Couldn't work out, why she'd always tell me i'm sick, I don't/
Understand, what's the trouble damn-/
- Breaking down the fingernails, on both of her hands-/
When I look into her eyes, I picture a dream
When she looks in the mirror it's a different thing-/
-Guess she fell into the trap of caring who wants what-/
-Like some socks on the washing line, two hung up-/
On what the world thinks, but it's they're loss-/
-Besides, who wouldn't rather a Nicki Minaj to a Kate Moss-/
-It makes me sick, how the media degrade women-/
-Every blemish on their skin, must remain, hidden-/
-- How I see it every woman's a queen-/
-And if you don't respect yourself then how will anyone, see-//