Drop that shit!

All the news is bad, killer kills self, three found 
dead,
All the terror in this world it's just, just, just, 
just filling my head.
What to be what do and my God why?
People around me keep dropping, dropping, dropping like 
flies.
Each and every day we get closer and closer, to the 
very end,
Who's next? Is it me? Is it you? Is it me? Is it you? 
Or is it your friend?
I'm not talking about Ice-T when I say "bodycount,"
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, what this world's 
about.

Life? Huh, Yeah...Right

You think I can't see the way life is going?
To hell in a hand basket, see we be knowing.
But I guess that's nothing but life, the poor struggle 
and strife,
While the rich lay on their ass, smoking on pipes.
Well I guess you better make just one good decision,
Because life can be a knife that will cut you with 
precision.
Please waste not, want not, smoking too much pot,
And winding up shot, POP POP POP-POP POP.
All the bad times you see they're not new,
Keep messing around with life and it's gonna give it to 
you.

And that's real, so real.

I ask, you ask, I ask, you ask; Why are we here?
Is it worth living? Is it worth living? When we live in 
fear.
We got gangs, we got colors, we got signs and sets,
Gangbanging equals nothing but an instant death?
Drive by, homicide, suicide, genocide,
Why choose a side? Too many people that I know and 
loved have died.
Terror, horror, greed and deceit make the world go 
'round,
Unless I change, you change, we change, we'll all end 
up underground.

This is the part where we go fucking crazy.