everyday im getting screwed over,
as my death gets closer n closer,
put the gun back in the holster,
i think i need a bit of motivation,
this complication,
has us killin nations,
and making them suffer body placin,
so i keep yellin hell mother fucking yea,
god help us focus im getting a bloody tear,
im hoping my enemies go away,
dig a hole n thats where ur body will lay,
as my friends shrink in size,
fuck the bitches and their lies,
but i stay strong but who can trust,
in this world its love or lust,
bullets unloaded or bust,
cause money is a must,
so we killin each other,
blasting at ur own brother,
bullets blastin fast like it stutter,
all theres left is a tears of a mother,
cause when it gets hard to focus,
people are left stranded feeling hopeless,
cause im left stranded,
i believe wen my mum was pregnent,
she should of just left it,
cause my life is a misery,
cant u see,
i hope ur life turns out better than mine,
and if it doesnt keep ur head stay true stay wise,