First World Problems

By Tricky P

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First world problems

Sick of silly little first world problems

We still killing for our first world problems

And that really is the first world problem, that's a problem

Think you might lose your mind Asking god, who am I?

See their pain, through your eyes Sins of the father scrutinized

Passed to their daughters through their wives might just be a clue to why

In the richest countries you will find the highest rates of suicide

Ask us why we drink in abundance

Chug until we sick to our stomachs

Honestly I think that its cause we

Don't deserve to live to a hundred

I been trying to lift myself from it

Spread my wings to get to the summit

Head towards the sun like Christopher Columbus

Cept I'm making sure the North is fixed on my compass

Come from a country so cold

We're rocking our coats for months in a row

Call the army in to shovel our snow

When the strippers get wet they get stuck to the pole

We get loony from the lost light

Hot damn do we burn a lot of fuel for the long nights

Bleeding the globe to heat our homes

You don't wanna know what we do for the Klondike

Brushed it off like yeah but were special

Now I'm the pot yelling black at the kettle

You know how it goes even Hansel and Gretel

Did the worst crime the first time they danced with the devil

And the sad thing's, That they did it for the candy

But we've all sold our souls for the pantry

Don't eat meat. Call me a pansy

I don't give a fuck you can blame it on Bambi

How can you call me pussy when

You never hunt your own food or look within

Her sad eyes as she dies while the hook you sink

Into the back of her neck makes the blood begin

To drip down, then you gotta cut the skin

And don't even even dare tryna cook the thing

You eat that motherfucker RAW while you butchering her like

MMMM, you can call me pussy then

But until that, you're a dude buying a big mac

Pre-wrapped yeah that makes you a real man

Can't deal with the fact that you kill for your snacks

Want a shield from the guilt? Better grill that

Cause when the wool gets peeled back

You gotta be a sociopath not to feel bad

Still its hard to to distinguish right

When everything that we do can extinguish life

Bought some Jordans? Heard those workers are skeletons

Fuzzy peach? Gotta murder for gelatine

A piano? Well I'm sure to develop it

They had to run through about a herd of elephants

And its all too much so we walk around

Subjects cause we don't wanna talk about

Anything that makes us feel like we're not allowed

To buy whatever we want, so we block it out

People just don't wanna change shit

Unless its the conversation

I'll get hate but all I'm sayings

Everything in moderation

5 tons you feed to a cow

To get a few hundred measly pounds

Growing those crops needs fertile ground

So we buy the rainforests and burn em down

Ask a third world country

They'll tell you meat is supposed to be a luxury

Only reason that we get it so fuckin cheap

Is cause our governments are floodin it with subsidies

And I ain't saying be a vegan

I'm just saying stop putting cheese on everything you're eating

I'm not saying you gotta join me

I'm just saying it won't kill you to eat some fucking soybeans

I'm not saying you gotta live like your amish

I'm just saying think fore you dig in your wallets

Didn't ever plan on winning this contest

But I never miss a chance to be spreading some knowledge

Won't spit less my vision is progress

Sick of the shit talk, kids I'll be honest

If I'm pissing you off its cause I'm triggering your conscience

Know what? so what, mission accomplished

That's your first world problem

Sick of silly little first world problems

We still killing for our first world problems

And that really is the first world problem

First world problem