Most houses I see are ugly,
cursed by dampness from toilets,
and need rains to be cleaned,
Ass it hurts, for it has been stitched.
All artisans they have ditched me,
my singers and comedians too,
movies don't seem real anymore,
Ass it hurts, for it got a wound.
Friends around me aren't there anymore,
even emails they have not wrote,
for a long time,
Ass it hurts, it has broke.
Common man's politicians could never prove their worth,
best to abandon them than to fear,
or hope for them to least get decent,
what can one do,
Ass it hurts, for it now has a tear.
God must have been crazy,
no need to care he exists,
you will only look up or inside, found him?
Just join your hands,
Ass it hurts, for it has been fixed.
Man, when will he know,
he has to do everything himself,
people around are only there to rhyme,
Ass it hurts, to heal it will take time.