The process of voting and intellectual conversations upon us effect us in a massive amount of unecessary brain farts.
He who vs.himself wins ? He whom loses gains media analogs of rejection and where did this come from doubts.
As the inner city weeps for freedom and attention the upscale cheer in joyful name brands that we can not spell while dinning in their luxury pad tops and padio.
Who are you to judge my intellectual thoughts ? he who died on the cross blood, sweat, tears and strength is who I confied in .
The ones in the highbox play us on strings, tune our melodies as the song they play are made up of our tears and weeping cries for HELP ! and as the song begins to depressingly end, I began to give up .
You put your faith in them hoping it fly by like the wind silently.
Suicide you commit to your ambitions.
A Fatal attraction to goverements schemes .
Slowly dieing with no one to turn to .
Did he whom faced his dreams win ? or did the win he dreamed face him ?
That little girl we once knew, became a nagging babymomma to free money and a dependent woman to dull documents.
That little boy we once knew pledged to be the next "THUG" .Pimped by the unecessary goverement do's and dont's.
Relying on the streets and his homeboys riding in the donks!