back to the shitty life ...i dont feel my brain
smoked so much weed this summer i cant count to five
back to the ugly bitches why u think they ask me "where is ur wife"
i dont have one, im better of alone in here there's always a strife
see im a man and ill do what i gotta do im sick of y'all
if u dissrespect me i dont give a shit who u are
i'll just pull out my knife
someone said words hurt more than a wound does
i dont need a real weapen to hurt u fucking fuzz
there are so many people that can get me out my nerves
u know what goes arround comes arround i just need
a piece of paper and a pen and evryone wil get what he deserves
im livin in a sick society
where everyone does the same shit there is no variety
the poeple are like fucking robots who cant think themself
no sence of humour and no brain
u can figure out why they smoke them blunts nonstop yourself
thats why when u show them a horse they may think its an elf
i have to deal with that nonsense every single day
and theres nothin a can do except to pray
take a piece of paper and let my emotions spray
and this is only for today
tmr is a new day u can expect another essay
and by then i wish ya'll "have a nice day"!
im out
