| I’ve trekked through the inner sanctions of irony |
| Bewildered by the wilderness’s varieties |
| Determined by the undefined identifying me |
| So who do I blame, me or society? |
| Society, what have you done to me? |
| Brainwashed me with formulas of how I should be |
| Most of us corrupted at a young age |
| Fifty fifties of mental problems and some rage |
| What was your family doing most of them Sundays? |
| Pushing worship or probably to be a dumb slave |
| Watching niggas around you banging and bump bass |
| Telling our women, pussy selling and pumps paid |
| And nobody loving they self so everyone hate |
| The system tripping us all and I would one day |
| I just wanted to be accepted, here comes gangs |
| Red and blue rags to bat like the blunt race |
| Pick a gat spray a fool what’s a gun range |
| Nickel bag to the school nigga fuck change |
| Plus cane turn a nigga to a numb brain |
| Got self so it’s Blood gang, wasn’t focus on one grade |
| All I wanna do is fuck dames |
| My dicky fit had the cum stains |
| Looking at the OG like he the man |
| Thinking that I had to do whatever he did to be a man |
| Thinking one day I’ma lead a clan |
| And when I get locked up will be the day that we will meet again |
| Threw my whole life away shit I need a gram |
| Too busy competing with niggas for a breezy, damn |
| I lost it all and went broke, and didn’t see a hand |
| Like captain Hook, now I got more green than Peter Pan |
| Been through it all, can you hear me, what I’m stressing |
| Now to wake up and eat some cereal a blessing |
| Twenty some odd years hitting on my lesson |
| Never could be measured by material possessions |
| Got me looking at my son sleep at night like |
| I will never let you live my life |
| Wonder why ya nigga got his life right |
| 'Cause when I died, I ain’t see no bright lights |
| Got me yelling… |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Brainwashed me with formulas of how I should be |
| My future destination was predetermined by government |
| If it wasn’t then what was it, fuck it I had enough of this |
| Suffering tell me suck it in, if I don’t I’ma sucka then |
| Probably woke up again, push the truth when I publish it |
| Got me wondering what am I up against |
| I can see that society lied to me, who’s a puppet then |
| I believe I’m the last of a dying breed I will summon it |
| By the meaning that fiending is necessary so stomach it |
| They teaching me my people be inferior |
| And I need some greenery indeed to be superior |
| Leaving me to be where I can reach, I hope you hearing us |
| Money isn’t everything my peep believe I’m serious |
| Fearing us be the reason we should disappear to dust |
| Open up ya E-Y-E and see why we are furious |
| Pyramid schemes got us warring like Syria |
| Gotta bang this B like pyramids, period |
| Nearing this new revelation of my mine |
| Murdering, I bet you ain’t safe in the mind |
| Universal body bumping (?) in the sign |
| Pray to my creator, put my faith in the nine |
| Fuck a seige, destiny, I’m just taking my time |
| People looking for the freaking strangers but why |
| Perception is what you validate |
| And aside, if they neglect it, no wonder every day niggas die |
| God damn, this why we beef |
| This why we mug while we whip out in streets |
| This why we snowboard and just pack a gun on our hips |
| Prolly front for a chick now you see what the fuck wrong with me |
| Him, them, and she, born without shit so that’s why we compete |
| Youth in America mission complete |
| Let’s just hope it is weak yelling society |
| I’ve trekked through the inner sanctions of irony |
| Bewildered by the wilderness’s varieties |
| Determined by the undefined identifying me |
| So who do I blame, me or society? |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Society, what have you done to me |
| Brainwashed me with formulas of how I should be |
| Yeah |
| I used to play society’s victim |
| Shit happens, you feel me? |
| I don’t let it define me though, I just keep pushing |
| It’s my choices what make me me, you feel me? |
| You too… |
| Iso, Brain |