The Hate i got color, i got shine got intentions of killing more time all is great, don't feel no hate but anticipation is making me wait gettin' myself to a stage where i don't feel so much rage and i can walk down the street * peacefully honestly the hate in me just flies away... getting where i want to go how long? how long? i don't want to know just let it be a nice surprise when i shake that hand that i once despised gettin' myself to a place where i can look you in the face where we can sit and talk things out * peacefully honestly the ferocity just flies away (of course there's more. i just haven't finished it yet.)