from da smallest cell in my brain is a mad man who's insane
a demonic creature he is, telling me to sprint in front of trains
grand prize if i stay alive is a sack of weed laced with methane
this voice is controlling me like i'm shackled in chains


not knowing whether to live or die i struggle day to day just to survive
never managing to move up da ladder cause i'm constantly getting high

rumors and lies has justified to da public that this kid has lost it
had a chance to be somebody but like a fool he tossed it
made a little money hustling but like a fool he flossed it
countdown to da ending with da miss of a last shot he cost it

rhetorical thoughts i saught, books by prophets and new teachings i bought, shattered mirrors now bad luck for seven years i caught, for almost 500 years a fight for freedom my people have fought, everyday for 19 years does god really exist in da back of my mind is da question i always thought ~1~




i don't really write poetry this is just something i keyed up i hope y'all like this shit kna mean holla

oh and by da way i did not pre-write any of this just something that was on my mind