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Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig

This song is by Cypress Hill and appears on the album IV (1998).

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 LA
Where you never know if you'll be making it home today.

So many different attitudes that I come across
I'm hardened and scarred tonight, 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, raped 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 urge
To merge this bullet in my brain relieve 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

Through the eye of the 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 gangbangin'
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin' 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 stoned
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
It's midnight I only have an hour left on my shift
I think I'll get my dick sucked by this spacehead bitch

My marriage is all fucked. My wife lives with the neighbors.
Subpoenaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin' divorce papers.
I recall happier times before the fall.
Looking through the eye of the pig, I see it all.

Through the eye of the pig

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.
Looking through the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked up.

No longer can I determine who's the criminal
From the innocent man down to the pedophile.
No one give a fuck about me. I'm slippin' into darkness
I'm coming to grips and feelin' heartless.

What's this? A dark green truck, tinted windows
Duly modified. Probably a drug dealer inside.
Pull over to the curb. Take your keys out of the ignition.
Raise your hands out the windows in the get 'em high position.

Don't move or I'm gonna blast your fuckin' 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're talking about is slangin' and shootin' off your straps.

Okay, Mr. B Real, get the fuck out of the truck.
I love it how all you fuckin' rappers think you're so tough.
Hit the fuckin' floor! I don't need no probable cause.
You got a big sack of coke, so take a pause.