Lately I cant sleep mixed with workn all week + im outta weed makes ahhmf  wanna find some peace Wasted time wrong direction make ahhmf wanna preach 3 or 4 differnt buzzez carton ladies by the dozen everyday I breath But these bitchs casting spells on me viscuous bitches Gonna b the death of heen ask God my soul to krep faith on my knees when I pray mind playn tricks on me hopen for happiness up past midnight trapped again 5th straight day this week Rents due got the money blues fuck friends and family 2 government that shits weak But then I then feel free with my sacks No grocries But my drugs b Releasn me up at midnight lettin my mind speak At supersonic speeds all my dreams im countn sheep This is are reality  reality is real better keep it holy the devil has no deals Now u sale ur soul Str8 to the depths of the hell Whats sad about reality is that the government is such a tragedy killn for no reason even the blind can see They say people dont kill but guns kill ppl  huh?? Why uh knee took out his lungs proves to b as deadly as a gun then they get out of jail for free like they playn monopoly for fun better stand ur ground gaurd ur property dont ever run they shoot another round have disappear like hoffa Body never found aint no way around it when ur marked the mark of the beast Its rounded They aint playn when they decide to spark Six feet under Have u grounded politicians and armed forces killn us friendly fire n when they posed to b our lungs And fight for them They lie daily thru they teeth remain shady when they speak but our freedom of speech has us under heat when consperacy theroys   get leaked in this weeks media scams behind the lies of the government's plans this is our reality the home of the brave ran by the weak I'll b damned