#3AM - Increase crimes lyrics

Uh i'm trying to write some rhymes f**,Cuz i feel lonely sometimes Haters wanna murder my style Give an AK-47 to a kid He'll blow up your mind I pity the mankind cuz Increase Crimes,Increase Crimes Changed times I don't even know will i survive this night sh** happens Sublimes My city Economy declines While the poor cry Rich just tell a lie Jews keep on Occupy While the f**s up in suits tell them they are qualified Political Unrest,that's worldwide What school of thought tells a child to suicide? I'm fed up of this sh** Just make a prototype of me And i'll go bye-bye f** everyone f** you Your mom Your sister And your f**ing son I'll buy you a ticket to a flight Straight to hell so that devil can f** you & have fun Riots in the west,Riots in the east That moment when you realize the biggest beasts are the priests You are breezed I pray this world gets better So that my momma can live a happy life I'm fed up of these Increase Crimes,Increase Crimes A kid Turns rebel He's against the world All he needed in his life was little love But f** it,you just made everything muss Now you cry over your so called filthy son He just wanted to discuss You just increased his pulse So he fells on the guns Because he was taking d** Now he's clubin' in the biggest clubs With his so called buds He looks himself in the mirror He's knows those so called buds are the fake ones Looked at his life he just came straight out the slums By sellin' coke in those metro-tonnes If he ever wrote a book He would surely call it crux Because it was filled with blood Last thing he said was "Goodbye World"