The 1st World (unfinished)

I'm from where the dictator is a president,

And bullshit lies are hand-fed to the nation's residents

Where the crime rate is prevalent

And girls flash they breasts online to stay relevant

Kids are handed everything from inception and

They still nitpick to find negatives in all they relish in

I'm from where police tape lines city streets

And people give up meals to buy a new pair of sneaks

You're son is starving, but you gotta cop the gamma threes

And so you stayin' trendy while your boy can't eat until next week

Where the first of the month is like lottery day

And jobs are plentiful but burglary is better than the wages they pay

I'm from where you gotta lock your doors in broad day

'Cause ain't no telling when the junkies might come by to say hey

With a fiend gleaming eyes and intention to slay

Anybody with money to get their hit of the day

 

From where the druglords sell to middle school kids

And STDs are more common than faithful marriage is