Hedonistic drug, war draft

The further I push, the harder it gets
Obsessive depression ahead I'll repress
Double pump fist my head with some lead
Blowing my brains with a pencil and page

Pressure  the finger tips firm to my Temples
Tempted to "push" as we struggle and fend
Never learned to swim let alone measure depth
I consider myself blind I lack perception of debt

Mariana my guide, the bitch etched it in sand
I'm digging a trench, drowning doggy paddle in hand
But nothing I do keeps me from reverting back

Speachless and sleepless becoming a slithering snake
Tempting my brothers, I'm a slave to the game
Everyone's got a price, every war has its wage

Debts and greed are apparently hereditary,  kids can catch it any age
Sensually transmitted deficient disease, "morals" or less to sees and desist

Paranoia will keep a boy around corners of a psychological maze
Generally speaking, soldiers risk their lives for the fame
These money trees grow labor free if you don't fade away
Real hustling hearts push a little harder weight
Newly enlisted all on the front line, elites draft to debt and enslave
Without this poverty-stricken army, how else could poor minds liberate
They're strapped for a reason, loyalty gets protected and chained

Once a money tree dies, the others grow quick in its place
Fighting for the royalties of the streets and the states
Hiding from the roster, ironically fighting to remember the name
The aftermath leaves addicts that fiend aftertaste
There's only two ways out, you die or live  death in a cage
The few not liberated will pass a stone and some change
Librations an illusion, It's dead ends either way...