Why am I off work again. It's because of my mental health. Am sat at home watching top boy idolizing my man Dushane. Thinking about the racist pricks who called me names at school. Glock revolver needed to blast there brains I ain't no fool. This ain't stalemate like Russia and Ukraine. Am gonna smash there face, blow out there brains. This won't be in vain. My bars ain't lame. There straight from the heart. I think outside of the box I am smart. Boom bang bullet to the head. That's them dead. Brain splattered on the brick wall. No witness this has been a close call. I gota  make this not look shoddy. I got bury the body.