I used to waste time wondering why.
Why you so mad?
So consumed by the litter
You toss around from your mouth?
Why can’t you just chill?
Take a pill
Drink some water
Or some shit, whichever
But, nah!!! I’ve got better things to do with my life.
Better things than ponder your strife,
Wondering why you need a victim
To feel venerated
Why you feel vindicated
On the backs of those you label slaves.
Why you’ll never feel elevated
Unless you’re dragging someone down.
Nope. I’ve got better things to do with my life than wonder why you’re fucking up yours.