I walk out and step into a world of vilonce and dispare//
where either cats are rich or are addicted to welfair//
Peeps go out to buy arms cause theres war to declair//
so much negativity around that it seems hard to care//
And the pollution only makes my lungs darken//
cigarret smoke's the main reason for my nasal congestion//
Lord, I have more than a confession to make//
it is obvious that this world is planning its own wake//
I'm about to suffocate, my eyes water from the smoke//
I choke from the blood that evokes from the dead folk//
My lungs shriver up quicker than a alcoholics liver//
the more I fight it, the harder it is for me to breath easier//
I cough and weeze but the government does nothing//
cause they know progress cost money and they ain't paying//
So I'm stuck in this rat hole looking for a way to escape//
before I'm out of air and die, I refuse to suffocate.