Treated so Bad - Slaine, Apathy

I’m just a kid from Boston tryna do the right thing

Yeah, C’mon

I was born as a loaded gun

The doctor cut the cord

Slapped me on the ass and he told me run

And outisder from the gate, that’s my the fate

I’m the only son

Dorchester, Mass. where it all begun

I was bent with a heart full of chaos

To which it went

It would never take a day off

So what’s the upside

Tell me where’s the pay off

Just a fist full of pills, I can’t stay off

I gotta a pistol to gamble with some, play the hand again

Hear the jam rock, shamrocks and shenanigans

Old man Flannigan, had another plan to win

But if I run the scam I’ll probably end up in the can with him

And I’m tryna go to war poe, or end up on the prayers list serving all souls

Everybody on my block got these eyeballs

Will I make it out alive only God knows

(Why, am I treated so Bad), Am I treated so bad

(Why?) why you treat me so bad too baby?

(Am I treated so Bad) Huh, Apathy

(You know what)

I feel God assassinated my father wish cancer, so am I religious?

I bet you could guess the answer

A sucker for a clairvoyance and necromancers

Who spent his last dollar on booze and exotic dancers

I grew up with no morals and really bad manners

With white boys who act more black than Black Panthers

Puerto Ricans who drop n-bombs more than the blacks do

Who show respect to homies who passed with neck tattoos

(Rest in peace!)

Though we treated like the bottom of the barrel

From the look of our apparel to the blood in our bone marrow

Never known for sophistication and intellect

Just for pregnant hoes who curse and smell like cigarettes, Walking pieces of

shit

Cheap as it gets

Blow the whole tax maternal on clothes sneakers and kicks

So I leave 'em this

Fuck if they hated the mess

Suck a dick

Cause am sick a gettn' treat so bad, yeah

(Why?) Why?

(Am I treated so Bad), can you just tell me that though, please

(Why?) Why?

Huh

(Am I treated so Bad) You know

(You know am all alone, while I sing this song) Yeah