Poverty
Location
Stare at this paper writing yeah life is complete
Bullshit that is,music is my only retreat
Demons haunting me I could never hope to defeat
Old memories and patterns I don't wanna repeat,light up the darkness like Green Lantern
Move up a tax bracket the way I'm setting new standards
put so much passion in my rhymes the religion of Ned Flanders
Rich corporations steal from the poor, its ass backwards
So many questions I ask God, he never answers
Depressions just like a cancer, I'm fading away
Nothing left of me now,just let my body decay
Fam'll always downplay our situation like americans when trump wins the nomination
Can't afford groceries anymore man fuck this inflation
slave away at my workstation,minimum wage, could never take a vacation
If I miss work sick? Our banks dry, dehydratin
Governments got me the balls if I to escape it's castration