I hate my life
I hate the fact that I am born into this world
I grow up thinking that the people of this world will change
No! They keep getting worse, day by day
They keep on hating each other, they keep on killing each other, they keep torturing and oppressing each other.

The wealthy one enjoy tormenting and trampling on the poor
The white one's keep casting out the blacks as animals
Killing them whenever they want, torturing and humiliating them as they please
Even the so-called blacks hate each other, kill and torment each other
Every war, conflict, disease, crimes are caused by the people
This world is consumed with desperation for evil.

Sometimes when I wake up
I desperately wish
That the world could stop existing
That how much I hate myself and this world
Because it is filled with people without thought
Desperate to create chaos, evil
People filled with greed and desperation for power
Even when it means spilling innocent blood
Even when it means taking away the young ones bright future
People of this world don't give a damn about what happened to you
They only care about what you could offer.