Straighthate

I ask myself why I'm so hateful, maybe it is a part of my nature? People say I'm fucked in my mind, feels like there's nothing left inside. Walking now on different dirty streets but the same old feeling still exists. Hate is like a shade that will never leave, leave me alone, I don't need sympathy. What goes around comes around, you're going down. Straight hate... Criticize and call me negative, you never face life or reality. Separate myself from the rest, what the fuck do you expect? What goes around comes around, you're going down. Straight hate... Straight fucking hate, what goes around comes around. Grow up in the ghettos made me real to deal with my fears Motherfucker you don't understand pain and hate.