Lyrics:

Don't grip, you're chokingWhat life was, trying toLift up the rage from a season of playI don't blame my messes on youDon't beat this down deadSink to a level that is low, lowWhy not, what else isLow, LowWhy take the conscienceLow, lowWhy not, what else isLow, lowWhat not, what else is thereI climb intoRecognize I don't have timeWhat was said about this man?What was said nowDon't grip your chokingWhat life was trying toLift up the rage from a season of playI don't blame my messes on youDon't beat this down deadSink to a level that isLow, low[Thanks to toolspud@adelphia.net for these lyrics]