Crisis Mode

This is my testimony
I’m witness to the truth
As real as Paul Pierce years
They took all my knives
Fuck the system
It has broken
My notebook sketches
Come on world Look
Take my kids away
Kick me to the curb
I slipped I fell I got up
Then took an other boot
I’m all about unconditional love
But I guess
It’s not as common as you think
No sense this society makes
Mark Twain new some things
but I can see why people kill
This fucking place
Makes us monsters
Some snap
because the pain won’t go away
That dude from Lewiston
Went to the VA
I’m screaming I’m in crisis mode
It ain’t my fault
I didn’t chose this fate
One day I’m middle class
Living the dream
Next day It’s all gone
It’s like
Everything is make believe
I asked for help
Now I’m a helpless sheep
Being white
Ain’t  as easy as you think
We all slave to elites
Better get some sleep
I haven’t got up for days
My mind races to the peak
I’ve got mountains to climb
The only one that can move them
Is me