You think I got the easy life
Trust me it's the opposite
Constantly criticized for not being f*cking positive
Seems about right man victimize the honest kid
They're feeding you a pack of lies you chew it up and swallow it
These heart break songs ain't written by the hand of a wounded man
Its a gruesome plan
Are you the fan
Of this fabricated f*ckery, fluoride lullabies
You're now tuned into channel of discovery, the pure mic other side
The truth the whole truth and nothing f*cking but it
I won't make an alteration with a saber to my gullet
You can label me a thug it
Just increases my integrity
Last night I had a revelation, if this shit ain't the cure then it's sure to be the death of me