This is a song about "Feel the same"

Every day is exactly the same,

I apologize i don't recollect your name

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

I always get the blame, its always my name, i will never feel the same,

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

And if you did the same, you wouldn't feel so well.

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I was so sincere like nas first name

Last ones didn't work, i feel the same

And i put that on my name

But they both taste the same

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,

The battle ain't over till the black man sings