Br(ake)eak

They convince us that we're lawyers and doctors

Tell us that we'll prosper, but only with their offer.

Next you're in a coffer, another grain in the hopper

Tell us to forfeit or forget, the complacency will ferment

Sitting on the road, the curb's wet no using the toilet

The turd's left the bowl's getting full, societal hole in the hull

Not a seagull more a mockingbird, but now I'm rockin words

and syllables, feeling full, but I'm not stopping til I cleanse my soul.

But I'm still miserable, life lived in a hole call me Shia

Every human's a messiah but nice try, uh.

You can't fool me with your books, or prophets who are really crooks

Take em back to the nooks and crannies, Not rappin to your grannies

Or for your grammies, I'm rappin for self reflection, no need for rejection

Mislabeled misconceptions, diluted with no direction or intersection

This is verbal dissection of rhymes mentioned