End that thing

When money's so Tight,

That you start Cussing at Life.

That people don't seem to be so Loving and Nice,

And you start Bumping This Mic,

Jumping at the Sight like you Fronting to Fight,

And you look at the end and there's Nothing But Light,

But current conditions keep on Nudging you to Fly,

Outa this dungeon in coordination with Muscle and Mind,

And you still Tumble and Try, you Hustle with Guys,

But we're all just trying to end that thing that Rustles Inside,

Taking and Crumblin Time,

Opportunities wasted you Fumble and Slide,

Words that can only cause Trouble or Crime,

Life so vexed this Puzzle's a Crime,

Injustice, where we can Plummet or Rise,

Even the highest justice brings a Brother's Demise,

You only find peace when Hunger and Vice,

Have no control over what is Wrong or Right,

Lost our will power now we let Bombs Decide,

On who's village gets hit on the Longest Nights,

Families that fight like tribes to Prolong the Plight,

We're all on stages, trying to make the Strongest Song Cry

When we play the Game and Frolic to the Dark Side,