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