When I sit back

Thank to myself

How mothafuckin fucked up

The World has become

It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days

Every time I turn around

Everywhere I look

It's anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka

And that's some mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right)

Murder follows me wherever I go





Just the other day

Somebody shot they school up

At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up

My momma said that there'd be shit like this

I never seen it

C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce

Now I ask myself

Is there a way to make it stop

A way to make the gats not pop

And is it possible

For me to live the way I need to live

For me to get what I need to get

And give all that I need to give

My situation's getting major by the second

That fool that shot his whole school up

Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)

And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it

And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it

Up in my hood it's like a warzone

If somebody got a problem with somebody

They don't last long

I seem 'em dyin' every god damn day

And the worst thing about it

I don't think it's shit

I just say it

So a...

Every day of my life

Is like ultra man meets the sun

I need to be killin' someone

I won't go 2 days without fillin' some graves

Drag 'em in the sewers

My underground caves

I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk

Except if they come and find me

I will cry like a punk

I just look into the camera

And say mamma I'm sorry

But it's all your fault

You never bought me Atari-a