1Mt1R3D, Pt. 2

Feel my angryness motherfucker
Some more empathy dick sucker
The way you live left the life stucker
I try to breath in this world of flames
But I can because the pain is insane
I don't have believe in Jesus Christ
Or in his words because the hypocrisy is too high
They following blind, and will and up in open fire
So many shoots, that's wanna make their open eye

And see the death / from inside
And wish her
But cannot have
Like apocalypse in the bible
Look at the title
I'm tired of this shit
Just like this
Just like this
Alone in my room
Empty mind
Thinking how I wanna end up suicide
With a big gun tattooed in my arms
Mama told I'll have no love
If I be a bad guy
With no friends
With no money
I don't want no fame
Only if it cames with money (with money)

I'm tired of think
I'm tired of groups
I'm tired of moms who think the God is truth
I'm tired of mates who leave their friends
I'm tired of niggas who talk shit on internet
This album is my feelings and my feelings are this album
I'm heavy sick angry and suicidal
I hope you feel that, cause I feel psycho
I hope we get well and end up the cycle