This is a song about "Despair and sorrow"

Freedom from want and that of despair

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

And take mama wit cha, cause despair don't do nothin but bite

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Death and despair, tony montana shredding you like feathers,

Fellow don't mess with the hero of sorrow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow