Zimbolic - Complicated Lyrics

Some were born lucky I was lucky to be born
Bred and birthed in Bucky's borders by the boundless fields of corn
Waterfalls and whopping walls of wheat
Worn wiggers walk the weathered streets
Wives of water woes with wine while waiting watching waking weeps
Of whackodoodles wrapped in woven warmth with wails of wishes
They can't communicate because they're stupid baby bitches
Bout to be brought up believing business bucks and buildings
Are the building blocks to better men's bequests but by the giving
Of free will to these foolish fawns who follow failing fathers
They discover these illusions are delusions of those fathers
The little runts will run with punks
Both packing bowls and rolling blunts
Out on the prowl for cunts to fuck
Forsaking wealth by busting nuts
Without the will to wait to wrap before beginning business
But fucking up when shouting "whoops" realizing when they finish
The chicken and the egg will meet
This cycle of defeat repeats
This fucked up small town way of life can get so complicated

Sometimes I resent that evironment
But also I know that I require it
Because that shit is fuel for creative types
Who despise the iron sights
Set on all of those who play at night
Those who would never wanna pray at night
Those who would rather wanna roll and light
Those who break out of the box they pack us in
Claiming that we are a sin
Just for fucking living in
This world that we never chose to be a part of
They say we should be thankful to the god above
They say we should be thankful to our fucking moms
And our dads who just didn't put a condom on
It's kinda crazy how we condemn suicide
As selfish when we force them to be alive
It's complicated out my thoughts are analytical
But within a verse they always seem to turn emotional