Looking Through the Eye of a Pig - Live at The Fillmore, San Francisco, California, August 16, 2000

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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 fucking 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?

Fuck, 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 fucked, my wife is with the neighbors

Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these fucking 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 fucked

No longer can I determine, who's the criminal

From the innocent man down, to the pedophile

No one gives a fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck out of the truck

I love it how all you fucking rappers think it's so funny

Hit the fucking 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

Motherfucker take this