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

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