the only condition i know..

i have come to admit,        
that i might prejudiced a bit,        
well..        
maybe that is not truthfully accurate..        
        
i am prejudiced a lot      
a hater nonstop,           
hate runs from my head to my toes,        
     
“oh hell I'm not kidding,                          
no use in me wiggin”,                          
all love has been shot full of holes,        
         
my love to hate        
could not be any wider,          
for those son of bitches        
it can never reach higher..                    
       
hate passed down        
to generation two,          
my mom and dad        
hate those bastards too,        
         
those frightening hell’s devils,                            
makes my sense        
of common unlevel,                          
why my love to hate them soo grew,        
         
i don’t give a damn what the activists say,        
i will hate them all the 7 days,        
i will beat them to death with my shoe..        
         
from a view of great height,                          
when i see them take flight,                          
you know what they are about to do,        
         
hide out of plain sight,        
not risking their plight,        
then they have all their eyes on you..        
         
you can't sleep at night,        
when wound so tight,       
knowing they are around you,        
       
dumb people say ,        
'they're doing what’s right',        
but i know that is a big lie too..          
 
my fear is steep,        
and prejudice runs deep,  
not really sure        
why we hate them though,        
       
it’s all i remember    
since i was real tender,        
         
it's the only condition i know..        
         
but i know we are right,        
and with hate i will fight,        
all of you brown bastards must go,        
       
as they creep in plain sight,        
my family an i live in fright...                  
                 
because “that’s a damn spider you know!?”