Cruising down the road with these crazy thoughts thinking is it worth it in the finish line. Phone ringing ma dukes wondering what's wrong if only she knew the pain I'm holding in. Mental thoughts being affected by the pills the percs soothe the body but hurts the soul. Scared like these my last days on earth I'm a walking minority so ain't much for me. Wondering who would tell my son my death had rung like the clock striking 12 at midnight. Crazy mental thoughts of me taking my life before society does screaming for help in a soundless world. The betrayal and heartbreak suppose to make you stronger if that's the case why my soul feel so empty. Yelling in my prayers to the man who gave me life saying fuck em to the mortal man who wasn't there for my birth. And if society or "the man" kills me before I finish this poem make sure yo...................
