Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens
Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright
Suffering and pain is what keeps me awake at night
Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children
I want to fight the music on this one
Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters
Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,
I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again
Stop the suffering and discomfort and try to take reign,
Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison
The innocent children, driven in the wrong division
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