Did it for the love of the drugs, took me for a feeble mug
Sure, I'm not that fucking tough, wouldn’t want to be a thug
Like lowlife motherfuckers who destroy people’s futures
I believe kindness matters in a world full of vultures
The real crime: the arrogance of the main perpetrators
A white line drawn in the sand, a sick, sad, toxic culture
No peace sign is to be found, this time round, in proceedings
Tainted mind dragged to the ground, painful sound of the weeping
Irate rhymes thrown in your face, no time to start deceiving
Hurt inside, losing the race, so it's time to cop a beating
It’s a mug’s game, get out while you still can
We’re all the same, why can’t you understand?
Turns us all lame, heads now stuck in the sand
Drugs bring more pain, despite all the best plans
Gave them all so many chances, but they all took advantage
Of really sad circumstances, ‘til all was fully ravaged
Took so much, nothing left to take, well and truly left me dry
Not my friends, but conniving fakes, make me really wonder why
Humans have the right to exist, when most are just cave dwellers
No wonder I despise the greed that spins the world’s propellers
Most of us are fucking lowlifes, who still believe in Santa
Out to get yet another free ride, while taking sips of Fanta
The same themes will keep repeating in each and every stanza
Passive aggressive, self-defeating, such hateful propaganda
It’s a mug’s game, get out while you still can
We’re all the same, why can’t you understand?
Turns us all lame, heads now stuck in the sand
Drugs bring more pain, despite all the best plans
Tried to see the good in each one, people who fucked me over
Did everything under the sun, to try and stay cold sober
Instead of escaping from life’s trials and tribulations
Never stopped playing with sharp knives, the same old new sensations
That bring you closer to the edge of nowhere then back again
Standing on a perilous ledge, plotting a twisted revenge
To get my own back on those cunts, who stabbed me right in the back
No one fucks with this little runt, or they’ll come under attack
A barrage of acerbic words that show them for what they are
For they smell worse than rotting turds, the hall of shame extends far
It’s a mug’s game, get out while you still can
We’re all the same, why can’t you understand?
Turns us all lame, heads now stuck in the sand
Drugs bring more pain, despite all the best plans
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