You think I got the easy life Trust me it's the opposite Constantly criticized for not being f**ing positive Seems about right man victimize the honest kid They're feeding you a pack of lies you chew it up and swallow it These heart break songs ain't written by the hand of a wounded man Its a gruesome plan Are you the fan Of this fabricated f**ery, fluoride lullabies You're now tuned into channel of discovery, the pure mic other side The truth the whole truth and nothing f**ing but it I won't make an alteration with a saber to my gullet You can label me a thug it Just increases my integrity Last night I had a revelation, if this sh** ain't the cure then it's sure to be the d**h of me