America: God bless you if it's good to ya.

No rants about skin color but vent when the temp is up--why not?

Freedom of speech clouds my inner circle,

Improper speech can't articulate from the nervous--

And we only understand when a bullet's in our nervous. Tell me why?

Pennies pouring from the poor but the rich receive four pensions,

How many figures do you need to teach another lesson?

Is my life worth the coverage or am I just a statistic?

Is how we live human nature or is the system sadistic?

I might just end up in a cell because I can't speak English

Or end up living in streets because my home gentri-specific

Problems tower but it's all complaints,

That's until your coffin's painted.

White tees from high teens and high tops with white knees.

Bills pile but no Clinton can amend the rights that I need.

Drill asylum mentality if they're not thinking the right thing.

Pills are downed with the alcohol if we ain't hearing the right thing.

Tongues are cut and the power off if she ain't seeking the right thing.

That's why I'm creating this writing, no colors, gender or creed,

I'm just a Hispanic teen who, like you, also has needs.

If the system don't love me then mercy from you I plead,

Because America ain't good to me, from oath unto my seed.