Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Intro:
This world is not for me/// But I gottta keep living and striving/// So just let me be me/// Cause your the key to my destiny/// you never bore me/// getting me to open Pandora's Box to finally be clean and see, Skrt Skrt/// you prove to me to be more than Cimmerean Styx so let's go ahead and be who we where meant to be!

Verse 1:
When I was but an infant, I was put in the streets///Feeling so damn different/// Everyday since than I've been bitchin!/// Looking over my shoulder feeling like a deadbeat/// All I ask is God stop all these tricks and tell me what needs fixing///People be lookin for a way outta the pain/// Even MLK needed a reason not to go MIA// After his son was shot after his speech the very next day/// Though the media says the ways strippers and cocain///  in reality that's just all a blocade/// and what about Trump?/// If his daughter wasn't his/// He would marry Ivanka and make her his tramp/// What's this world come to?? What? With all these drugs/// the world be putting themselves in suicidal bags/// looking back at life I just wonder/// if I hadn't dabbled would I have had good cars and clothes with brand new expensive tags?/// all these crack smoking people will soon be hit with the truth of reality as if being struck by thunder/// Why does life gotta be a bitch? Why, by the end I'ma need a hunnid stiches/// All this trama In the world only makes one ask where my pilly pills?/// 
Asking myself why is the only way I get by/// people I know be asking if I want that blow/// no for I know that it be making by mind soggy like a fish fry/// all dumb and numb who really wants to sink that low/// for life's a like a galaxy/// always be spinning until mother nature throws that crescendo/// cause of this I'll have to school these wusses  on the definition of tragedy/// unable to comprehend the truth they still be pretending/// their mothers asking why in life they ain't rising and transcending//// this world is just so sad, with them slave kids crying for their dads/// just look at our previous president with his stack spending/// lonely nights I lay praying in bed/// distraught family's in Africa mourning over their dead/// Homeless people surviving of off discounts and bread/// Disabled army vets getting payed less than Scobby Doo's Fred /// when in reality we should be giving them our sheds/// 

This world is not for me/// But I gottta keep living and striving/// So just let me be me/// Cause your the key to my destiny/// you never bore me/// getting me to open Pandora's Box to finally be clean and see, Skrt Skrt/// you prove to me to be more than Cimmerean Styx so let's go ahead and be who we where meant to be!

With all this going on its hard to recognize the land of the free///Ya gotta ask yourself whats the American Dream really supposed to be?