Sometimes I feel the world ain't healthy for me
Those are the days I know I'm not the only
We delve into the reasons for our problems
But, never realize that we're the problems

The world's a ball, it's nothing more than a shape
Yet, shapes can be the ones we love, the ones we hate
Like mother's shape - her care for offspring, never late
Next day he wakes up with a bruise from mental rape
We see ourselves as gods of all these shapes
But, we're just shapes that fit all our mistakes
The case of seeing a man of another race, with face, beat up
For what our ancestors made up
I am a Scarface, I've lived enough
Someday, it all will end, I'll be beneath
I'm deaf, I cannot hear the silence
This world ain't nothing, but just hate and violence
These days, they crawl under my skin
They rip apart my future and throw it in the bin
I've seen the past, I see the current
Although I'm blind to future, I'm its servent
The mystery of universe is just our sin