Doing one thing telling me another
Is that a good way to be a father and mother
Being hipacritical with your rules
Making urself look like fools
But nothin I can do to change you
Nothin I can ever say or do
Once ur minds on somethin its stuck
Im sick of this shit I just dont give a fukk
U wonder why I always argue and shit
Ur always fukkin bitchin throwing a fit
Never listen to the things I say
Just put it off and ignore wat u may
But nothin I can do to change ur way
Wat happens tommorow depends on today
Cant rewrite this injustice now served
The rules in ur books are all fukkin curved
Never a strait thing always changing
Switched around doubled and re-arranging
Flipped around and turned inside out
I wanna get in ur face and scream and shout
Cant cuz u say wat u say stands
Hits me deep inside the shot lands
Shit u say is starting to infect
Goes in and starts to re-direct
Changing the way i feel about things
Feels like my life is attached to strings
Being pulled by the fukkin puppet master
Shit is turning into a disaster
Things gettin fukked up again
All I want is just to win
Then I realize things wont
And things dont
So I just sit back and try to look up to better things
And maybe get detached from the stringz
But I don’t think its happening anytime soon
My minds blowing up popped just like a balloon
Filling up w/ these fukked up thoughts
Creeping inside then my mind rots
Starts to decay with every thought
And to think I coulda just fought
But I didn’t so I guess I cant bitch
But it would be nice to have some things switch