This is a song about "Finding ways to break through"

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

I never submitted to rednecks and their ignorant ways,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day