Death by Faggot

I suppress myself to satisfy my family
I'm starting to wish that i had a plan B
Because this damn house holds tension
Not to mention its inescapable, something else will start bothering me
Like am I gonna die from that car
Or is it gonna be the one coming up next
Or will that one dude take things a little too far
With a barrel pressed up on my neck

Bleh, whatever yeah, I know it won't go that way
But please don't say that's just your anxiety
Cuz everyone truly is an enemy when you look this gay
When you look like a faggot
In fuckin' Panama City florida

I'm sick of staying home in fear most of you can't even do that
I call myself an anarchist, act like a fuckin' democrat
What i needs to help some people not just shoplift at stores
I've got a dog, got a roof, and i've got friends galore but

I don't know what i should do with my time
You tell me to put my worries aside but i cant
Am i held back by the things that i like

All i really wants respect, but you ignorantly question why
It's so hard for me to show you any
You unknowingly say things against people like me
Then you get surprised things are tense and that we don't agree

Gods a fucking demon he's responsible for everything
Gods anus smells like semen because he's a damn fraud
Im a fucking faggot with a little more than pepper spray
So you better get to praying to your so called god