"Stupid"

You Feel Heavy In Your Legs, But Not Heavy Like a Fattie/
You Feel Lost In Your World Of Games, And Beef Patties/
You Feel Hopeless In Your Sight, blind To The World/
Not Sh*t Matters To You, Not Even Your Little Girl/
Your Spouse Left you, not to long ago/
She stared @ You Like A No eye-ed Man, With A Monocle/
So You Say, "F*ck it, I dont Have to do what They Say/
I'm Gonna Just F*ck Sh*t Up, and blow Everything away"/
You Get In your Subaru, and You gun it to 80/
Down the School streets, even in Broad Day/
You almost hit a kid, but your exceeding 100/
Spirit already destroyed, Aint Nothing Lest to Sunder/
"Man I had a Good Day planned, I was gonna hit up the mall/
buy every damn thing, until the place collapsed and i fall/
but nah, i'm done with that sh*t, i'm gonna buy me a gat/
i'mma paint this town red, then i'm gonna end it all, like that"/
you stroll into the gun store, calm as can be/
ask for some ammo, and a gat to start your spree/
"I.D. Please" says the man calmly/
then you realize you left your wallet, in your statue of Luc Longley/
snatched out your knife, you gank that dude/
steal a couple of guns, ammo, and kick him for his attitude/
lady asks "whats going on?" when you come outside/
"BLAM!!!" roars the revolver, and your pierce into her side/
Jump into her Beamer, Ride seems Kinda of Fresh/
Chrome wheels, leather seats, and the backs have nets mesh/
Gunnin down the highway, for no real reason/
police track the car, "its open season"/
the lights come on, and your still speeding up/
"is he mad?" the passengers think when the car pulls up/
you get into a speed shootout with 7 other police cars/
and you see a helicopter ahead of you with a speaker on its bars/
"Pull Over Son, while you still can"/
"F*ck you" your head thinks, "I'm gonna be the man"/
"SKIIIIP" Flip over does your car, on the highway/
"You did it, your way," says the speaker, "now its gonna be my way"/
before you can breath your ass is surrounded/
40 men so close, your mind is confounded/
you grab the trigger, and you put it to your head/
"f*ck all ya'll, ya'll fools is dead"/
but before you pull that trigger, you hear a different voice/
one that used to make you smile, no its wretched noise/
"i love you" says your little baby girl/"
"you mean alot to me, more than the whole world"
"dont worry son, Your always my winner"
"hey man, chill out, everyone is a sinner"
"You my peeps, man, we stay cool like ice in winter"
"youngin, lookie here, you come in for dinner"
As these words swurl, and dabble in your brain/
a officer comes and fire, and in your head, there is pain/
for he didnt fire with real ammunition/
rubber pellets came out his shaft, for it was his superstition/
but his action made you sqeeuze, with your hand on said trigger/
and forced your mother to find you, and decent grave digger/
Dreams in Acid, you wake from your drugs, Dreams ever so lucid/
"man, what the hell was that? that was hell stupid"/

I need Help........