[Verse 1]
Now who the $#&@ wouldn't be $#&@ed up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life

A ^!$$% beats his wife, damn it's hurting me
But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc's

Cop's pulling up they $#&@ with us
Cause we on our corner
Can't tell 'em what I wanna

If I do I'ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop

Fake $$# cops
Why the $#&@ these ^!$$%s $#&@ with me
Mutha$#&@er, I'm the one that pay ya salary

Don't get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me

I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
$#&@ reminiscing ^!$$% how many hits ya getting

So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce
Let the weed protect me

From everything I see in this $#&@ed up reality

[Hook: repeat 4X]

I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess


[Verse 2]
So I'm stuck to fearing of myself
I'm nineteen going on death

I should've left when I was born
Cutting ambilical's
The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein

The pain make's me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this %#@!, I face the facts

I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real
^!$$%'s is getting shot, ^!$$%'s is getting killed
But still nothing's done

Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people won't help me out
I'm pissed but I can't pout

Nothing change cause I'm mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it's a fad

I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can't hate me or this game I'm in
I have been with out a damn dime

And it's $#&@ed up, cause it's happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry

November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a ^!$$% do ya

Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold

Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it's the same %#@! today
A better way, don't lie to me

The realest ^!$$%
All I can see is reality
God told me.


[Hook: repeat 8X]
I'm bout to move to Mars y'all

The world a mess

[Verse 3]

I've seen enough
It's like I'm seeing the same %#@! again
Nothing but thugs as friends

Pretend it's cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this ^!$$% begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didn't know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me

Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping
I'm acting up on this songs
The wrong damn ^!$$%
The wrong damn time

The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me
Reality


[Hook: repeat until fade]
I'm bout to move to Mars y'all
The world a mess