Clones On Poles

I got the guns, got the packs
Why have love, all I have is my axe, and my gas rack
You see bodies, I see facts
About how the government hates blacks

And I see some stunts then roll the blunts
Got AKs, and I got some punt, with no refund
You see torture, I see fun
With the children crying just trying to run

I see it all, I see it now
I got the proof that life is not allowed in my life, how?
You see abuse, I see discipline
I grew up with a bloody shin

And I feel so gay just trying to say
That I don’t hate, all the people that stay, and get in my way
You see manipulation I see pain
Because nothing will try to go out the vein

I got walls, that are tall, from the malls, in my balls
With a cat who knows that you are fat from a mat
Where you sleep is a deep ditch and creeps steal your peeps
All i can say is you’re gay, do not stay go away