PART 1:
[Are you ready???] for an ugly fucking creature who's fiending for understanding,
Underhanded deals too real to understand it's -
Either deal drugs, or stay stuck on the system,
but stay sucking on suds cause it's fucked how we're living,
my flesh dirty, thirsting for a way to be clean,
Seen monsters eating from the plate of their seeds,
The fuck is it worth, birthed children from scum,
Then tell 'em to clean up when they burdened by drugs
Growing ups snuffed by the beasts that they follow,
Swallow their hearts until their feelings are hollow,
Where I'm from scum stays smeared proudly on sleeves,
Thieves found drowning in the power of greed

What's the point of living when my visions in death,
Depressed thoughts haunt me. til Im crippled with stress,
Divorce rising, dieing children thriving on meds,
til' they're dead cause these meds slowly frying their heads,
snakes yap their's mouth doubt's drip from their fangs,
til' you sip deadly venom's that're tricking your plans,
this route's broken hoping to get lost from this stress,
but instead, all my footprints are fatherless steps
Chained to these lies til you're locked in a sentence
from these hot headed exes who're dropping domestics,
This cycle is psycho cause we live in a system,
where wolf crying liars have you living in prison

We all die, I'm trying to find the meaning of life,
But only seeing that the meaning means I'm breathing to die,
But what's it even worth cause I step from my cells,
And this chatter's only matter thats expressing it self,
skip the metaphysics cause we're living in shit,
And our visions only grippin' onto wisdom from bliss,
Guess we're gratified til we finding the worth,
Of reckless consumption had us dieing from birth,
So we aren't worth shit but a spliff and some liquor,
Tryna hit those again thinking we lived for the better

But fuck it

PART 2:
Are you ready for this life, light never exists,
Are you ready for the pain, til' we stressin' to live,
We all mentally ill, the coughin' never exists,
doctors coughin' up bullshit by presenting us 'scripts,
I remember goon's tryna kick in my door,
I'm a kid thinking what they tryna get in here for,
Yellin "you're fucking dead" I'm scared for my life,
Mother's screaming, I'm feeling like we'll barely survive,
but it stopped, that feelin' still stuck with me though,
feelin' scared of the world, there's no comfort at home,
so how you gonna fix that trauma with pills?
you can cough up some scripts, but the monsters still kill,
so I learned to be cold, and hold back my emotions,
Lock up my pain and feel trapped til' im hopeless,
So are you ready for this life, light never exists,
Are you ready for the pain, til' we stressin' to live?