Suicidal Thinking

2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque 30 years at the job? What you expect Me be happy with a 9-5 I bust my ass with half a tank of gas and I barely survive So whats good and whats bad? Why so many people sad Walking like crackheads, dreaming of the life they never had I'm over 30, the world is dirty and most of us are slaves Unhappy with our lives, and how we spend our days I used to care, now I don't; this depressions getting deeper Life is downhill past a point, todays pimps' tomorrows creeper Todays dream's tomorrows failure or success What you don't get it, it doesn't fucking matter if your depressed It doesn't matter if your rich, doesn't matter if your poor Even Heath and Kurt couldn't take that hurting anymore Walking with this glum feeling, this numb feeling Every days just lame, a repetition of the same, praying for some feeling And I tired of it! My heart is fire- touch it, feel me No gimmicks, no shiny things, these are just my thoughts; the real me This is just me being me, theres no reason to front or seem cool If I die? Who gives a shit...my sons surviving in the gene pool 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns I refuse to get so old I shit my pants and lose my voice It's my life; when to end its' my choice I'm tired of being the epitome of misery Happiness is lost and gone like histories mysteries Stuck in this slippery, uphill fight Wake up like 'not another day...' after chest pains in the night Then go to work to be answering phones Surrounded by fat carboholics smoking cancerous bones I'd rather live by the i-Ching and do my thing Lifes like lay down or stand up and fight; thats' why I swing And I refuse to go to jail for any crimes I might commit If the laws not morally right then it doesn't mean shit This society we live in is a crime in itself We forget ourselves trying to gain material wealth And its sad when your status is reflected by cars Technology and shit to distract us from wars So I'm opting out; I don't give a fuck if you call it coppin' out It's better than being a G the cops stalk and talk about Even in the summer life's cold Check a man in his prime, then again when he's old 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns I refuse to keep breathing if it means sacrificing dreams Fuck a life thats not enticing and seems Like a routine of work and sleep that never ends No time to do the things we love, and lost contact with many friends Were told to fit the mould; get a job, buy a house Play taxi to your kids and put up with a bitchy spouse I see so many adults with expressionless faces Either working at McDonalds, or in professional places My place is not 8 hours a day in cubicle spaces I'd be happy living simple on a Cuban oasis Away from N.A where we just work to pay taxes Fuck Doug Ford; decorate his back with tomahawk axes The fact is this practice - it traps us in debt I'm upset and the sadness is masked as a threat My life's on the decline, I'll resign before it gets worse I've had some good days, but most of all, my life's been a curse 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns 2021 ain't no motherfucking fun Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns