Cypress Hill - Looking Through the Eye of a Pig Lyrics

I wake up every morning kiss my wife goodbye
Hug my kids tell 'em I love 'em I'm out hit the ride
I'm out on patrol in my squad car in LA
Where you never know if you'll be making it home today
So many different attitudes that I come across
I'm harden and scarred and I ain't feeling nobody's loss
Hustlers, hookers, killers, and thieves out on the street
Got my mind warped just found another corpse on the beat bound
Gagged rapes I'm frustrated I hate it found a woman in the
Dumpster body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head no lie
Sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by
Why don't I get help to settle my nerves I got the erg
To merge this bullet with my brain release my pain
What a f*ckin shame I don't wanna live
I'll paint the wall with the bloodstains eye of the pig, I see it all

The eye of the pig (this pig)

I've been on the force, over twenty years
I can say that I'm worse, than some of these motherf*ckers I put away
I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang banging
Pieces of shit who should be on the f*cking noose hanging
These days you can't tell who's who in the world
Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
F*ck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
I.A. Got an eye, on my close friend guy
For taking a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
Think I'll get my dick sucked by this bass head bitch
My marriage is all f*cked, my wife is with the neighbors
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these f*cking divorce papers
I recall, happier times, before the fall
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all

Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
So I could go home, relax, take a drink and think about my abrupt change
Out of the clean, to the corrupt
Lookin through the eye of the pig, I'm all f*cked
No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
From the innocent man down, to the pedophile
No one gives a f*ck about me, I'm slipping
Into darkness, I'm coming to grips and feeling heartless
What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out of the ignition"
And raise your hands out the window and get 'em in high position
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your f*cking head off
Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
All you talking about is slanging and shooting off the scraps
Ok, Mr. Freeload, get the f*ck out of the truck
I love it how all you f*cking rappers think it's so funny
Hit the f*cking floor, I need no probable cause
You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) So take a pause
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face
Motherf*cker take this