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//

The flow was shaky in most of this.. the content was alright

Try to stay away from the gangsta gangsta topics

Vocab was there.. just no lines that stood out.

The story telling was decent though

Average piece