PNT WorldWyde - Greetings lyrics

Hey yo, my whole family's extremist, rebels to the core But I don't agree, really, see, the Devil's in the corps Of course, I can't say that, that'd get me locked down Shot down, hot rounds, body to my pops' hounds Here, there are no choices; what you know about Your family members holding you down and cutting your vocals out? Pan back, focus wide, starting from the throat insides See the place that I am from, this is where you go to die Can't keep a pet here, can't even keep hope alive Nothing thrives, suicide bombers the only lucky guys Lucky me, dying for a vision I won't f**ing see Thinking of this verse, getting c4 stuck in me C4 stuck to me, old dudes instructing me That this is what I'm born for, got everybody's trust in me And me, I'm only thirteen, raised to be a human bomb Just another cloud, here to help spread the gloom along Terror is, looking in the eyes of a terrorist That ain't a terrorist, just before the terra tears to bits I don't even really got a point to make I was born to be a stick that they point and shake Same effort that it takes to hit a car alarm Is the effort that it takes to have me causing harm And you're sitting there horrified, thinking that I've glorified Something most ignore, but I just had to tell my story, now it's greetings.... Sick of all these grown-ups, never shoulda shown up Shoulda' tried to run away, now I'm getting blown up This sh** isn't any fair, I'd rather be anywhere Other than the place I'm at, nothing more to say than that Yo, why did I survive this and not my wife & five kids? Can't even cry, cause I'm missing both my eyelids Think I'm ‘bout to snap soon, not that I can do much Suicide bomber left me no face and few guts Chewed up, if I try to scream I just puke stuff Shrapnel in my lungs and my tongue and I'm tubed up I was at a mailbox, shielded from the blast Prolly shoulda died, family's gone, never coming back How'm I s'posed to live, with the regret that I lived? When that kid, don't gotta live to regret what he did? This ain't fair; I never thought that life was But it was confirmed when I saw that burn mark where my wife was People saying keep calm, nobody could handle that Face gone, chest gone, skin like candle wax Fam gone, life gone, money gone to health care None share the wealth here and we ain't got welfare Uh, situation's looking hopeless Nothing I can cope with, wishing I would croak But I wanna see my family again, so I gotta live with it Can't even work a desk job, either, I'm illiterate Wishing for inheritance, the family embarra**ment Sisters and my brothers hate me; I don't really care for them They ain't gon' be here for me, I ain't gon' expect ‘em to I don't even want ‘em here, they'd make it a spectacle And I don't want a spectacle, I just want privacy My dignity, my wife and the fruits of my testicles Or maybe just my testicles, cried when I noticed Now my manhood is gone and my pride is eroded All it does is replay, over and over I shoulda died, but instead grow older and older When I was closest to the blast, front row seating And I'm still here breathing and I still hear him screaming out, “greetings...” Down go the sleep pills, on come the deep chills Out, come the memories, fighting just to keep still This sh** isn't any fair, I'd rather be anywhere Other than the place I'm at, nothing more to say than that