This is a song about "Speak to me"

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

The father of me/ i had to speak if i wanted to be free/ i was ten

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

And get up and decidedly decide to speak,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

You make it worse every time you speak to me,

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

And now its time for me to speak a antique, before i was weak,

Or a mike to speak with the masses

I think found where your mind was

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Why did you leave me, speak when you need me/