I don't understand what's going on In this world in which we live And it's confusing when the reasons lie So out of reach So out of touch I cannot grab ahold of the situation and I'm so angry And you ask me why I feel this way about the world Because the truth is always hidden But I see what's going on and I hate it I detest it Yet it does not change despite what I say or how I say it Don't question me about the way I feel Because this is life It's not a dream This is real Crackheads everywhere Vials carpet the ground Searching for bliss and a fix That will never be found A child new to this world has been cursed and now will never grow Parents beat the child to death They themselves were kids not old enough to know I am ARMED WITH ANGER now because of the things I see And no one knows what's going on inside of me So don't patronize me with your petty sympathy Because I've been speaking but you ain't been listening To what I'm saying You force your eyes not to see what's really going on But life doesn't work that way So with ANGER we are ARMED