dead but breathing shot but walking tears but not crying no sympathizin' jesus still hangin' in my mind the thorns that bind i'd get up and take you down why don't you get down and help me up shootin' craps at your feet least you ain't livin' in the street where's your rolex where's you pistol in your pants where the hell are all your fuckin' saints i'm tired, i'm shot, now a disease better do somethin jesus please fathers dead shot in the head mother's shootin' up at breakfast and sup all the concretes cracked rose growing like Tupac rapped about keepin' it's dreams against the machines armed against us Jesus Christ - help us we are the roses and just our noses are out the concrete enough to breathe the air you gave us we believe in you - free us from this cross One finger points at me, and 4 towards you, like gun shots, one two, one two one me, one you we accept, all major cards that revenue I can only spare myself a few taxes is due fear sticks to me like the mental glue there's not much we can do sticky situations down the avenue if we just stick together we are stronger like bamboo their plans are set up like a coup They answer me, they answer you they make like they know what you're going through. they labeled me bastard called me a half breed genetic modified foods that’s what I eat now at doctors I plead please can you prescribe me miracle weed some governments make money because they agreed to line their pockets with the miracle seed they saving lives we enabling greed It was first a drug now its a need i'm tired, i'm shot, now a disease better do somethin jesus please