What the fuck God?

Lately, I've been hard to reach.
(By God)
Busy making a living.
(That's odd)
Why?
(He's been ignoring me too)
For real?
(For real, don't know what the
fuck I've been through)

Like I said, I've been hard to reach.
Keeping the food on the table.
Flying colours and images.
On the screen, paid by cable.
I worked my ass of for that to.
Feel like God showing no love.
Like he doesn't know what we've been through,
Like he has no fucking clue.
Doctors, saving people and helping.
Get paid to save, ok.
What about these poor labourers, yelping.
Like dogs on a fucking leash,
Keeps on happening.
Like life is making this into a pastiche,
People aren't seeing too clearly.
Hallucinogen effect, bastard hashish.

(Chorus)
Life is a haywire.
Just fucked up in the head.
Don't give two fucks,
about hat makers.
Dying from poison of lead.
Guarantee I would be ignored.
If I ever blead, blood pouring red.

Rappers, dancer, actors.
Doctors, nurses and teachers.
Notice a difference?
Nope, me neither.
Now, you probably thinking.
Pinda, chill out man.
Take a fucking breather.
Become the lost soul.
Just become a piss poor leaver.
But no, I'm a strong believer.
The diffrence between those six.
Is 3 are helpers and the others,
are born spoilt fucking pricks.
Earning more than a fucking labourer.
Why are you not helping us,
My saviour?

(Chorus)
Life is a haywire.
Just fucked up in the head.
Don't give two fucks,
about hat makers.
Dying from poison of lead.
Guarantee I would be ignored.
If I ever blead, blood pouring red.