This is a song about "Children in mumbai suffering from leptospirosis and dying"

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

And dying every second im living

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,