Who's to blame if we don't make a name   Is it someone we didn't know?   And we see that's to be is to be   And even that's still a big unknown   And if we try to be real   There's a sense that I lose   Just to get it right   I can't believe you don't see   That It's me and not the ink   That you're holding tight   Well it's my way this time   It makes me feel like I've moved from the back to front   And the choice is mine   So let me practice as to what I preach   Running away it seems to be the only choice I ever come by   By getting my back against the wall you make me realize I've come this far   Again and again you make me feel like something that I have is nothing   Your taking your time but then you'll realize that all of this has made you   Look so complicting..yeah   We're all just whores   A time, a place, a mood   but you won't get it out of me   Ya step, ya play, ya fool   I got the shit pouring' out of me   It's in the way that I think   And I follow what I think is very nesessary   So come on let's a step up   Want to find out what it's like to be me   All these decisions   Now who's to believe?   It's all contradiction   So who should I be?   Cause your decisions   Not my decision   So please just go away   We're all just whores