Sick of it...chek it....

yo im sick of the sphere of life that we maintain//
espeacially the country of ours that we contain//
murder, hate, crime, creeps along every alley corner filled with petty misdemeanors'//
simplys cus the lack of controll of our societal behavior//
million's of people die.. wit in a duirnel course//
nobody cares, not a soul dialates a spec of remorse//
only respect brought upon da dead//
Be in a paragraph bout there lives, nuttin moe than a blunt thread //
what happened to the days when da masses where united//
all worked together, all coincited//
were we can all bide together in un-altered enviroments//
walk coinsiding streets lines, lackin racial arguements//
pursueing da same occupations//
not placed in our hand by falsely forced humanitarianism//
sometimes i begin to think of communism //
if we all could be blissfully prospering//
instead of patheticly stuggling thru poverty//
single niggas wit bentlys an benzes//
while lil kids play on da streets wit no fences//
no boundrys to point em in the right direction//
only arrows pointin in the direction of hatred crime an corruption//
o i only wish these words were an interduction//
jus the beggining of the problem's were played into da worlds suction//