Hey yo, my whole family’s extremist, rebels to the core
But I don’t agree, really, see, the Devil’s in the corps
Of course, I can’t say that, that’d get me locked down
Shot down, hot rounds, body to my pops’ hounds
Here, there are no choices; what you know about
Your family members holding you down and cutting your vocals out?
Pan back, focus wide, starting from the throat insides
See the place that I am from, this is where you go to die
Can’t keep a pet here, can’t even keep hope alive
Nothing thrives, suicide bombers the only lucky guys
Lucky me, dying for a vision I won’t fucking see
Thinking of this verse, getting c4 stuck in me
C4 stuck to me, old dudes instructing me
That this is what I’m born for, got everybody’s trust in me
And me, I’m only thirteen, raised to be a human bomb
Just another cloud, here to help spread the gloom along
Terror is, looking in the eyes of a terrorist
That ain’t a terrorist, just before the terra tears to bits
I don’t even really got a point to make
I was born to be a stick that they point and shake
Same effort that it takes to hit a car alarm
Is the effort that it takes to have me causing harm
And you’re sitting there horrified, thinking that I’ve glorified
Something most ignore, but I just had to tell my story, now it’s greetings....
Sick of all these grown-ups, never shoulda shown up
Shoulda’ tried to run away, now I’m getting blown up
This shit isn’t any fair, I’d rather be anywhere
Other than the place I’m at, nothing more to say than that
Yo, why did I survive this and not my wife & five kids?
Can’t even cry, cause I’m missing both my eyelids
Think I’m ‘bout to snap soon, not that I can do much
Suicide bomber left me no face and few guts
Chewed up, if I try to scream I just puke stuff
Shrapnel in my lungs and my tongue and I’m tubed up
I was at a mailbox, shielded from the blast
Prolly shoulda died, family’s gone, never coming back
How’m I s’posed to live, with the regret that I lived?
When that kid, don’t gotta live to regret what he did?
This ain’t fair; I never thought that life was
But it was confirmed when I saw that burn mark where my wife was
People saying keep calm, nobody could handle that
Face gone, chest gone, skin like candle wax
Fam gone, life gone, money gone to health care
None share the wealth here and we ain’t got welfare
Uh, situation’s looking hopeless
Nothing I can cope with, wishing I would croak
But I wanna see my family again, so I gotta live with it
Can’t even work a desk job, either, I’m illiterate
Wishing for inheritance, the family embarrassment
Sisters and my brothers hate me; I don’t really care for them
They ain’t gon’ be here for me, I ain’t gon’ expect ‘em to
I don’t even want ‘em here, they’d make it a spectacle
And I don’t want a spectacle, I just want privacy
My dignity, my wife and the fruits of my testicles
Or maybe just my testicles, cried when I noticed
Now my manhood is gone and my pride is eroded
All it does is replay, over and over
I shoulda died, but instead grow older and older
When I was closest to the blast, front row seating
And I’m still here breathing and I still hear him screaming out, “greetings...”
Down go the sleep pills, on come the deep chills
Out, come the memories, fighting just to keep still
This shit isn’t any fair, I’d rather be anywhere
Other than the place I’m at, nothing more to say than that
