I see streets of gray, gray buildings too.
I see them grow around me and you.
And I think to myself:
What the fuck is this shit?
I see skies of gray and clouds of gray, (wtf!)
the wet windy day, the cold ass night,
and I think to myself:
What the fuck is this shit?
The colors of the pavement, so ugly on the ground,
are also on the faces of people screwing around.
I see addicts shooting up, saying “Do you want to fight?”
They’re really saying, “I’m high as a kite!”
I hear babies crying, I watch them bitch.
There’ll be more crying when their dad cracks the whip!
And I think to myself:
What the fuck is this shit?
Yes, I think to myself:
What the fuck is this shit????