Insane Clown Posse - How lyrics

I don't wanna die and burn in hell, I wanna live honourable, and do well, But how, how do I stay on path, when I see somethin' f**ed up I wanna laugh? How do I honour, my dead beat father, who walked out on two kids, like why bother, And left my mother with poverty, f** my dad, I wanna slaughter thee? Look at this world and all the Gods, how can I not look at all the odds. Ya got Allah, Buddha, Jehovah, Jah, Give Praise, however you was raised. How do I not wonder who's right or wrong, how do I keep my believin' strong? How do I make it to Shangri-La, when the worlds so f**ed up, damn its hard? How do I live a beautiful life, when all of this darkness, has covered my life, How could this be, you said was a lie, how will I know if I done good in your eyes? I'm asking how, how can I ignore the hotties, how do I not check their slammin' bodies? How do I stay Faithful and quit the game when I doubt my wife is doin' the same? How in the f** can I not have any, drive a bucket and I want a Bentley? Live in a trailer and not envy a man who's got a mansion sittin' on land. Is this a joke, how can anybody, with nothin' see the rich and not be salty, And what if some psychopath had my son, how can I not just grab my gun. How can I not have adrenaline buzz, aim and blow a hole where his eyeball was? I saved my son he's alive and well, but I k**ed a man am I goin' to hell? How do I live a beautiful life, when all of this darkness, has covered my life, How could this be, you said was a lie, how will I know if I done good in your eyes? How can I actually be a saint, how can I live and be somethin' I ain't? How do I not steal, when I'm dyin' of hunger, and I end up under? How do I just turn the other cheek, when I'm disrespected, slapped and beat? What's wrong with fightin' back and winnin' how come if I'm not a punk I'm sinnin' How can I pray true and true, when most of what I pray for don't come through, And what about science and all the facts. How do I keep my faith in tact? How do I not lie when the truth is painful, embarra**ing, harmfull or shameful? How do I not live afraid of hell and be happily content my soul is well? How do I live a beautiful life, with all of this darkness, is covered my life, How could this be, you said was a lie, how will I know if I done good in your eyes, If I've done good in your eyes, if I look good in your eyes, if I look good in your eyes, if I look good in your eyes.