This is a song about "Seperate"

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Not now/ not here/ this isnt where we go our seperate ways

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Book of life but we on a seperate page

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I want yas to seperate i want it to end