My mama in the kitchen tossing a plate
He aint call, Her blood raising to a high rate
I guess her bofriend working a little late.
Mama ain't even check to see if her own kids ate.
But I'm here now momma saying breathe and stay strong.
Swear she'd die if she saw her son with his bong.
He ain't quit cigs, says he been smoking to long.
Doing all kinds of shit that he knows is wrong.
So keep up the liquor, cuz my brother is quicker.
He'll get caught and laugh and snicker.
Looking for love when it ain't found
I tie the rope and look at the ground.
I wonder if my body fell would I make a sound.
If I died would people ask about me not being around.
I feel opaque.
Can you see me, am I awake.
I feel the thunder and the quake
From the drugs in my veins.
The doctors diagnosis "clinically insane"
So I keep racking my brain.
Should I burst my demons or die and live my life in vain.
If is right to wanna bring life into the world of pain.
A newborn, a baby, an angel in flight.
I couldn't never let my child cry to sleep at night.
If I was blessed with a child I would wanna fight.
Or would it be more right to let them fly into the shining light.
Why do we live our life this way.
We smoke and drink our regrets away.
Maybe it's because it's easier than to try than stay.
What can I say,
A lost cause is lost without hope.
A hanging child was just emotions bound connecting to a rope.
Addiction is just another human form of dope.
Feeling the pain is how we cope.
Human nature is just lie.
The government doesn't care when we die.
The internet, a text, a tweet, a reply.
The ones who care the most say goodbye.
Humans are to much to handle.
Like a wild stallion bound to not have a saddle.
Medication is just a controlling grapple.
To make us think things are better
We focus on advancements and study the weather.
All the negatives come back and connect like a kitchen tile.
So shiny and fake as they put on a smile.
Every piece put on trial.
Everyone treated like bile.
Like the whole world it goes out of style.
