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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

A dying dream, you even try in

We pray while we prey on competition

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

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

Gangstas dying from day to day

I was gonna write you a poem today

Stop the suffering and discomfort and try to take reign,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again