Pod de Abacaxi

This pineapple pod is shit, you know that well, bitch
If I don't have a rolling paper saved, I roll on a Bible page
I never understood what's up with this God who lets people go hungry
I realized I was young but I don't care about my life anymore

And I know, it will be hard to find a job
They don't hang out with me because they're afraid
I'm a druggie, screwed up, I'll die young
I don't care who goes to my funeral

I want all that silver, damn, that's mine
My mom will wonder why her brother died
I hope she doesn't cry, the world screwed me over
If there's a heaven, what a pity I have of God

And I know, it will be hard to find a job
They don't hang out with me because they're afraid
I'm a druggie, screwed up, I'll die young
I don't care who goes to my funeral

I want all that silver, damn, that's mine
My mom will wonder why her brother died
I hope she doesn't cry, the world screwed me over
If there's a heaven, what a pity I have of God