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, through L.A.
Where you never know, if you'll be makin' it home today.
So many different attitudes, that I come across
I'm hard to console tonight - feeling nobody's loss.
Hookers, hustlers, killers and thieves, out on the streets
Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it;
Found a woman in the dumps: the body was mutilated!
Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie...
Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why
don't I hurt 'cos there go my nerves; I got the urge
to merge this bullet in my brain - relieve my pain.
What a f*ckin' shame, I don't wanna live: I paint the wall;
with the bloodstains; eye of the pig, I see it all

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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
Lookin' through the eye of the pig, I see it all;
Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin',
Pieces of shit who should be on a f*ckin' noose hangin'.
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 takin' 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 neighbor;
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these f*ckin' 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 can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt;
Looking 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 slippin'
in the darkness, I`m comin' to grips and feelin' harmless.
What's this?, a dark green truck, tinted windows,
Truly modified, probably a dope dealer inside.
"Pull over to the curb, take your keys out the ignition..."
get your hands out the window and then get em high positioned.
Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your f*ckin' 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 talkin' about is slangin' and shootin' off your straps
OK, Mr. Dealer, get the F*ck out of the truck,
I love it how all you f*ckin' rappers think your so tough
Hit the f*ckin' floor, don't need no 'probable cause'
You got a big sack of coke in your truck don't think I`m wrong
You find it funny? Get that smile off your face


[Thanks to redmistpete for correcting these lyrics]