struggles

cuts getting deeper n deeper, the night is my light,

the dark is my day, as i get closer to death inch by inch,

my mind begins to play tricks on me,

hallucinations surround my eyes tellin lies about death makin me free,

vaccinations all around my body,

sellin em to us sayin i need em for prevention and to rid my mind of depression,

not that depression matters, cuz, mom over a facebook chat that our family is headin into a recession,

fuck obama, whats he doin to help the U.S. citizens daily struggles,

not helping my troubles, he would rather have marines raiding jungles,

everyday my mom pays the police fifty-five to keep em off my back,

take a look at my knuckles, more red than a whiteboys face as he blushes,

all throughout elementary i had great grades As and Bs,

but now i have the state penitentiary, in my damn sight now im scorin dimes and rotten limes,

all because i committed one crime, now ill never make it big by trying to rhyme,

so mama i want you to know im sorry for bringin home drama, and im sorry for drainin ur vodka,

it looks like karma got the best of me, now ill be behind bars to never be set free.