Verse 1:      Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up   In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life   A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me   But I can't help her man the way this grind be working me   Dodging the narc's   Cop's pulling up they fuck with us   Cause we on our corner   Can't tell 'em what I wanna   If I do i'ma gonna   They leave put they just ride the block   I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop   Fake ass cops   Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me   Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary   Don't get fired   Green making me so tired   Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me   I know you could have been   All I say is should of been   Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting   So I can hit the house   Try to smoke a ounce,   Let the weed protect me   From everything I see in this fucked up reality      Hook: 4x      I'm bout to move to mars y'all   The world a mess      Verse 2:      So I'm stuck to fearing of myself   I'm nineteen going on death   I should've left when I was born   Cutting ambilical's   The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein   The pain make's me smoke the reefer   Helps me relax   It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts   I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real   Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed   But still nothing's done   Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people   My people won't help me out   I'm pissed but I can't pout   Nothing change cause I'm mad   Understand life comes and goes   So I guess it's a fad   I often had to little, simulator my friend   So you can't hate me or this game I'm in   I have been with out a damn dime   And it's fucked up, cause it's happened more than one time   Therefore I grind   I find myself angry   November 18, God let this world claim me   Against my wishes   But this is how a nigga do ya   Once ya born, it's like the lord never knew ya (cause why)   Cause this hell   Ya either sell or ya getting sold   Like we some slaves   Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today   A better way, don't lie to me   The realest nigga   All I can see is reality   God told me?    Hook: 8x      I'm bout to move to mars y'all   The world a mess      Verse 3: pastor troy      I've seen enough   It's like I'm seeing the same shit again   Nothing but thugs as friends   Pretend it's cool   Yeah, pretends it alright   And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row   I didn't know that my own was so hungry   I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me   Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone   To keep me from snapping,   I'm acting up on this songs   The wrong damn nigga   The wrong damn time   The right brand of liquor   The right size dime   I blaze and hit the hennesy   And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me   Reality      Hook until fade      I'm bout to move to mars y'all   The world a mess