Ironically Political Verse 1 I sum how sense there is sumbody watchin me sum 1 who wants to kill me jst after

he tortures me i wanna to speak b4 i suffocate so i use inhalers feels like evn the air i breath is under surveillance at evry spot in the world there r intruders nd spies wish i could finish my meal b4 the count my french fries how come they callin out for spreadin democracy while at the same time there is a son a bitch intrudin my privacy i sit watch the news jst to laugh each time the white house makes an announcemen t shit, these r a punch of clowns, it cant be a government but hell ya there is sum smart ppl behind the curtain those r the ones wid traps nd plans thts for certain cant u see the huge ass U.S army failin to overpower luk at wat a goddamn civilian plane did to the 2 towers where eva u go, u'll find them fedrals the mothafucka's didnt evn leave out cathedrals so how the fuk r we gon start rebuildin our nations while we all need some sort of spiritual rehabilitations Chorus our lives is turnin gray, ironically critical i dnt know y, r they stupidly political i've put the sitiuation under the lens i found absolutly nothin tht made any sense Verse 2 u open t.v, u find ur favourite man is dead nothin is clear nothin to be told nothin to be read the propagator appears, bt it aint the truth tht he said jst luk at the bak, u'll find a 9 pointed at his head i always say the truth, though around me honesty became a felony minimumly i'll get caught accused of rappin a consipiracy apperantly, this is sumthing more than a curse i know tht Bush is the most hated human being on this earth he says, we eliminate terrorists for our safty nd immunity does tht mean to fuk up the whole world's security startin wars evry where like a fukin maniac jst to suk up all the oil frm the soil of "many" iraq respectin binladin, 4 wat he does he takes its responibilty i wonder if at sumtime the white house would be able to develop tht ability after the 14th of december in america there will be a new law the president of the united stated wont meet any journalist whoz puttin his shoe s on new war schemes r out by unknown designers infect our enemies' new generation with zahaimer they'll forget their identity nd turn to drug addict mutuals then their enemies will lead them to a nice fuked up futures Chorus Verse 3 personaly i doubt survivin after rhymin this melody

i bet they exactly know who assassinated John F. Kenady a reaper, is california's state governor frm the movie eraser the terminator AKA Arnold Schwarzenager they all commit crimes, the CIA wipes the evidence sum cold ass mothafuckas in suits nd ties for elegance they couldnt locate osama wid all tht satellites next to da moon i think hez hiddin in da lounge under the president's bed room lukin for terrosits along da pacific to atlanta they caught a long beared chump which turned to be santa (merry christams) (haha aa) its all bout cash mony dnt u understand they thought there were much oil in da soil afganistan all they found there was acres planted in drugs instead of burnin it they sold it to thugs no one knows wat really goes on in guantanamo r they investigatin terrorists or trainin them on gunz nd ammo always hiddin facts in a flowin lieing stream how could u possibly hi-jack a nuclear submarine justice has been missin out 4 long, donno when its bak lets wait nd see wat happens cuz the white house is turnin to black