Produced by JC Beats
battlehiphophardcore
Lyrics
The world in perspective
Upon conception the womb was engulfed in hate
They said I’d die if I ate off an Israeli’s plate
Everyday I’ve seen them burning the stars and stripes
Now to kill I got a yearning scarred for life
They, told me in heaven I’d possess fine women and the best home
Strap the bomb to your breastbone
Mom said you aided theft of land and ration
And you wonder where we get this passion
I’m from America the greatest of freedoms the USA
The only way is the US way
They said in school, World War 2 we freed the Jews
Saved Kuwait could’ve let Saddam bleed the bruise
Continuously giving yet in emersed in debt
How many countries haven’t paid us yet?
Kids devilishly laughing on screen when we lost the towers
Joy from an innocent nation’s darkest hour
Stop, look at the world in perspective
Reverse the camera angles be more receptive
If you were looking through that lens
Before you got a chance to bruise your first knuckle
I was placed in hell upon the first suckle
You yanked my teeth the response was a squeal
Cause I can’t verbalize all the pain I feel
Does that mean I should be tortured without representation?
I’m the wrong species so you face no incarceration
Welcome to the world of the swine where humans doomed me
At least you slowly kill yourself when you consume me
Ease off me all I’m trying to do give a fam
A decent life promise I could give a damn
About livestock gripes daddy gave me this farm
My slaughterhouse wasn’t made to disarm
Vegetarians increase every quarter
Lowering my take with a so called new world order
But it says in the holiest of holys
Animals were put here to be eaten so what you got to show me
Woman are from earth men are from Mars
Try to show him I’m in pain but his vision can’t past the scars
PMS got emotions out beyond the shed
I want hug for once think beyond the bed
Got a 3 year old screaming in my face all day
And he’s under the assumption this life’s all play
Today I won’t cook he hasn’t taken me out in weeks
Watch the of the mountain weep
Home from a day in grind take it a day at time
No anecdote for this hunger of mine
Her only worry all day is the plot in a soap
I’m barely afloat, she’s poking more holes in the boat
Compares raisin kids to a job, simply lazy
She can’t reward me with sex continues to amaze me
Ask is to arrive to freshly cooked food
And half the time be in the mood look rude?