 They wanna break my heart, been ready from the start. They wanna see me bark, then call me animal. Lock me in the camera, muzzled up. Got me fucked up, ducked down, hands behind your head. Same way, lying in the red. Last image in my head, the fucking pigs in the booth. God is fucked up, my brother's locked up for a little treat. What we gonna do? We keep it peaceful. Then our mamas grieving for our souls, they go,