the state of our estate

Look in the mirror, what are you seeing? An inferior being—how are you feeling? Reach your limit and kill it, break serious ceilings With utmost precision, no guessing, just dealing Those wishing your decline? Ghost out, they hissing Stay accidental, my mental mind in a prison The shape of confinement, what state is your wishing? In estates where they dishing out murder and stealing Minimal people get help, heal girls in heels Missiles of pressure, we never ask how we feel Straight from the gate, yeah, our faith running late How do we rate our nation trapped in this state? Wishing I was Asian, that’s honestly saying Other countries got advantages, better at managing damage Done to the people they’re meant to be serving They call us for war, then say “stand tall,” no learning