Pain and confusion

Feeling this pain can’t talk about it people don’t give a fuck but I’m struggling fighting these demon in a world full of supposedly demons who immediately snitch on a nigga interrogation weakest link are those who hangs with A bunch of niggas never want to take a fade but will take a life makes no sense it’s like it’s the summer times it start a season niggas tryna rack bodied up end up living in fear one day your time will come face to face u not use to this feeling when a gun pointed in your face struggling with the demon this the life u face niggas so grimy they will shoot u and come to ya funeral chill with ur oops set u up for no reason just trying be down with the so called devils Demond’s I gotta passion to see no evil my circle so small it’s will be eazy to see you Nwa in a era of violence struggling in this life black men don’t make it well guess what we did change it it’s still the same shiit