Always two stepping in my mind
But I was simply trying to find
All of the answers to my crimes
All of the answers to my cries
But i’m stuttering, keep stuttering
I’m covering what i’m covered in, it’s the blood upon my skin it’s from your brethren, huh
You're popping all your pills to prick your pain away
Tired of hate
Smoke a pound of gas under your staircase
Aerospace, put you in a better place
A better space
All of a sudden you decide you wanna steal and run the race
You're mugging all the stores the cops surround you and
They gon pound you
Fist fuck, till they make ya mouth loosе
You're done with this governmеnt
You're wondering, "Should i bomb the fucking city with some TNT like ornament?", huh
You strap the fucking wires all across ya vest
All depressed
Pleading for evil, man what a mess
You wanna pull the trigger
You walking around and you figure
We all gon die anyways let’s just make this quicker