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????