DeM atlaS - Watabout lyrics

[Hook x4] They don't give a Watabout A Watabout my life Children of the world are you ready? Are you happy are you happy are you happy Tell me why Its colder than July the milkman don't stop by To bring me high fructose corn syrup Rather instead of that he bring me meth And a bag full a debt And I know what is wrong with my problems I think it is me, I think it is she I think theres something wrong with this damned country In which I'm living in Constitutions paying dividends And all these intellectuals surround me So peripheral All around my focal My vocal is disrupted Interrupted, by spear coming Jacksons you know whats comin' Planes hijacked And I got people in Iraq And I got people in Afghanistan Never coming back, sh** What's going on my man? Haven't seen you in awhile brotha, tell me Tell me whats up? [Hook x4] They don't give a watabout A watabout my life They don't give a watabout A watabout your life They don't give a watabout A watabout my life They don't give a watabout A watabout my life They don't give a f** about A f** about my life