The suffering
 

two slugs to you cuz sufferin is ya mind state
all hell lets loose from peoples sick blind hate
Thinkin about truth when demons hit you wit guns
no love here even though we belong to the son
Hard headed kids bully, kick and check the wrongless
Song amplified wrecklessly on the street by the homeless
Agitated criminals playin wit death now cuz they rotten
Born unstoppable like evil work givin us the problem
Sick in the head soldiers rushin feinds and goons
Your compromised puttin ya dreams and you into a tomb
The wrong place to be wit killers dons and G's
Hope is gone but say one day we'll be free
But is there rest perhaps after we bust these caps?
Make you ash after I say these extra murderous raps
You'lll regret the day you gave ya life to chumps
The one has come tell the gov to stop playin you dumb