This is a song about "Child labor during industrial revolution"

Your balls cry during bug life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Fine young man with an old man mind

And i'm still considered a child

Now walk to it with your land mind

That little selfless child

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Ignore me because i am a broken child

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

You can search but you'll never find

And no bitch you're not with child,