about shit I go through

I have a few problems I will admit that After all of the lies And the wounds in my back You can't really blame me For not cutting any slack Someone pisses me off then they're gonna get whacked I've been through shit Where there is more then only visible scars Lost loved ones to drugs Broke down more than my craigslists' cars I'll never deny that I deserve this hell Should be in a room with padded walls or bars I'm like America, I don't only have battles I fight a lot of bloody wars