Elegant and dangerous like a angel with a fire sword

I’m a product of america, youth psychotic from narcotics Born consumers and STD’s, yeah I got it A victIM of a media machine, violence and lust Top to bottom and greedy in between I’m a menace with big dreams And no morals to stop me from nuttin' I gotta get mine, that’s why I went and copped me a gun Police would put me in a cage if they could lock me in one These dudes would kill me out of jealousy; they’d pop me and run *, I’m bloodthirsty too-- we were raised with foul ways It’s in everything we watch and listen to nowadays And the younger kids are way more depraved With a hunger for beef, some’ll run around the neighborhood crazed Land of the free, home of the brave-- my world is a morgue one day I’ll lay alone in a grave, still my dome is enslaved In the haze of the power I crave I can’t help it, this is how I was raised