Hard to Imagine

"Your brain full of odds and ends in god we trust like the worlds gonna end so all responsibility becomes Gods or so we pretend."
Reality
so hard to imagine as we see tragedy follow all actions.
Keep yourself the most high, head higher, chin up, be the next Messiah,
the second best liar,
I said I am tired of all the fuckin try hards
set your entire empire on hell fire like roman candles
like Jesus rockin roman sandals.
Go... let the bandit roll let the gamble show
like a single letter in your contacts selling dope with handles. So you know
your best friend only known through a fuckin pen name
confusing to losers I'm just playin stuck up head games.
Raw dough stuck to our clothes like fuckin bread stains
brain dead and stay fed with the led paint.
Get old and spread hate like a fuckin Trump presidency
"in god we trust" damn your god I gotta only trust me so
I'll be in Camelot
 pulling blades
smoking King Arthur Kush in the cooling shade
Somewhere i hear a rolling grave
of a psycho that I know would love to see me in his place
as i spiral out of control and go viral bleedin somewhere vital
as i get the blunt rolled and take some niquil to the face
Work all week then get ripped off my pay by no less than my own family,
like stop scammin me damnin me like a blood sacrifice annually...
If we were a village they all would have banished me, abandoned me and stranded me.
Well here I am sayin fuck the vanity
Im growing my cannabis canopy to feed and clothe the only people whom I care to share my insanity.
Like where is my real family?
Like I have a very specific set of skills like Liam Neeson.
No work so no pay son maybe we get to eat next weekend.
"Your brain full of odds and ends in god we trust like the worlds gonna end so all responsibility becomes Gods or so we pretend."
Show what I grow smoke up the whole room like an old vacuum when I blow like I barely keep them breathin. See the smoke that we keep in-
like our own breaths on hold.
Only hope for the strength to cope
with a world than cant stand a man who grows "dope" or for that fact anyone in need
but demands he have the green just to eat and sleep but worships bullshit greed like a pope.
Cant afford a gun so I tie a fuckin rope. Not able to get paid for my labor so I have no savior only a slaver treating me like they are my maker well you aint no maker... more like a hell raiser keeping people beneath you all evil only to keep you feeling greater... you aint greater than my 40 acres. I gotta grow my only wealth in stealth out the soil like pay dirt. I did it all myself without outside help so I wish you all no heath. I give you all this hand I'm dealt and just how it felt to fall off of the assembly line belt and right into hell.
Gotta work myself to death just to get "blessed" with section 8 housing
fucking HUD keeps poor families doubting whether they'll survive the weather every time the sun leaves the cloud's gleam.
No diploma I am uneligible like some vegetable cuz of my smokey aroma so opportunities lousy
Mother always pouting,
father always shouting, smoking crack and popping oxys, on the walls pounding.
Friends all rowdy got me smoking loud weed rapping all about me and announcing it loudly.
My mind so cloudy but it aint from a simple ounce of weed.
Im losing my mind from this world so down on me...
So go ahead go down on me like suck a dick world I will live my life proudly.