This is a song about "Trying to control anger"

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

And beckon the beast that dwells and awaits to devour our anger

Its not our place to judge or to use anger to defend there is no anger in the hearts of faithful men

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Neglectful dick to restless bills i'm feelin' taken with anger

Why we gotta argue

Trying to get to you

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,

Too many times in control and i allowed things to run amok,

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk