[B-Real] I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell em I love em, I'm out, hit the ride I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, through L.A. Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today So many different attitudes, that I come across I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all
The eye of the pig
* DJ Muggs cuts and scratches 'This pig' from _Pigs_ *
I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other We went through the academy, just like frat brothers Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers I recall, happier times, before the fall Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all
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Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt Looking through the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked No longer can I determine, who's the criminal from the innocent man down, to the pedophile No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin into darkness I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside "Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out.." .. and raise your hands out the window in the "get em high" position Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the straps OK, Mr. Freese, get the FUCK out of the truck I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause You find it funny? Get that smile off your face Motherfucker take this
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