We run a race that we can not escape, its getting hard to breathe, im feeling like a disgrace We playing the same game, we might not feel the same pain. But at the end of the day we let em know that were okay We preach facts, but only to a certain max its cuz the people we trust only  know how to turn their backs . How come we stay with the people who rip us apart, only to pay with a million fucking broken hearts. Your pride is hurt so you do the worst and bottled your feelings up only til you burst you know our generation is suicide even the one you trust the most will switch up and leave you to die. We all play the cards that were given some are driven to death and others have lives and just want to live it Our cultures are divided and no one trys to fight it, all we can do is write it while vultures  try to provide it. It's getting harder to see, our blood runs deep, my brains the lock and I'm the only who can hold the key Do you feel me do you hear what i say im not really sure what game im supposed to play. No im not alright, im tired of fighting this fight that people call life. Wow, People throw their lives away cuz their full of doubt but their not here to see how things really play out, Their too busy chasing the clout. People say they want us to do great but we dont hear the hate that they spit on our names their to rapped up in their own brains. Its crazy to me how people smile in your face than talk behind your back and act like its okay. My thoughts are on auto pilot and I don't know to stop it, i put them on pause just so people can drop it. I lite a joint so I don't hear the point, people want equal rights but they bring guns to knife fights. We create problems and we don't know how to solve them so we smoother others until they learn how to desolve em . ~Nichole armstrong