Looking at the news it makes me sick to my stomach p**y cops beating kids like they don't give a f** And they wonder why we grow up f**ed in the head With a kitchen knife bloody and his stepdad found dead Got the walls painted in red On thanksgiving night, he gave up the fight My future ex wife last night made me cry Made me scream "f** thug life! I am not a cloned guy!" Life is a b**h so you gotta f** it like one (Anthony have some balls) Man n***a! f** You! Don't tell me what to do, I am easily confused No guidance once again so I'm a go and k** a Jew And that's not what you think And when you see the story of my life, 182, don't blink Looking at the news it makes me sick to my stomach
Home invasions left and right k**ing people over nonsense And twice last week they hit a house by my cousins I never preyed to god but I thanked him for looking over her Undercover thieves, who breaks hearts and leave And makes their existence in this world seem to seize In your mind, we're all designed they same kind But I don't know why they don't give this guy a try We're all special people beyond these alter-egos A different soul from the lies, rape rhymes and everything else I'm sorry if I'm higher than the dusty pipe on the top shelf I left it alone so I relapsed for the f** of it And ate M&M's and f**ed up power chords