My night mare s diiaaaaled...scary tactic still

My night mare s diiaaaaled...scary tactic still S tough like iroooon...if am not being pessimistic The little boy seep in my vein Is the main core source of my pain its kind of whooo...dislutional Its like they always right i must be wrong on every time am close to they door They will start to call and send me to the shop....I start to think and feel like a cope They know the striiiinhs to puuul to make me mad And theey knooow theres nooothing i can filter They got the upper hand... administration at hooome....there is no chance to sigh with an array of hope.... Everybody clash in a bash and you must go to work mr charles goes around and they say you're a child so you succumb to any discipline and tongues when they judge i can rap they don care You gat money....sit down I can boost my career till i earn...you guys need to chill and treat me like a man ...is that what you want...gooo and build your own house Even bro is pulled to the center The money that she has she bought ketchup what a good soul...they always have it all The rest they divide and rule all they want Me bro mum siz we not monkeys please font treat us like we bandit ill not shy ill grab that mouth peace.....and then what Bring in the thunder I will speak and speak and until...i feel like ive run out of breath.. auntie please dont kill me....i apologize before i sit