The Truth of Mind

I sit in my room bottling up heat, and my life is a loop it's on repeat,

I wish my life was a file so I could hit delete, but right now I am buried

under concrete, knocked down by defeat, but now I am getting back up

on my feet, I am going to change my life even if I have to die doing so

I have a special talent to show, but I can't start out slow or im going

to be on the bottom below, eager for weed heck no eager to

succeed, people that are born in wealth don't deserve it, man

they didn't even earn it, but im not willing to submit but heck I gotta

admit that's why im aiming for a hit, Don't want to go through

highschool because I know I can do better, finally get some of tha

cheddar and be the collector, man this is chaos and war, its not

a thing you can ignore and I wish I was born before all of this,

because madness causing sadness, people still hiding money under

their mattress, man this is just disastrous, man im done before

everything gets superstitious.