I used to believe in a god that made it all good
And I used to live my life like a little boy should
But now its all fucked up and im stuck in this life
Of misery and robbery, the regular life of an emcee
Im sick of this shit and I just want to die
And hopefully it will be with a bullet to the eye
So I don’t have to se my mom when she cries
While I soar over her watching from the sky as she makes her sad goodbye...
I havent found any inspiration latley so...