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2/28/21

Dang it
Still doing the same s***
On a planet that is overpopulated
Always getting faded
And intoxicated
Often facing Goliath, call me David
I won and was elated
I also loss and got frustrated
My ego rose or it deflated
The one continually shaded
And blamed quick
By those that are jaded
They're amazed if
I actually make it
During night time or when a new day hits
They thought it was complex, but it was basic
Why do so many people got to be racist
Just one of many reasons, I usually am in a spaceship
Outer space bound, still searching for an oasis
Mostly finding mirages, it's difficult for me to say this
I've been getting  f*d up on a daily basis
Far too complacent, yet still courageous
Another moment closer to the matrix
Humans still do things that are heinous
I'm staying composed, others losing their patience
Using my head, instead of being brainless
You can tell a lot about a person by their playlist

It remained bone-dry or was saturated
Still being debated
It's as if they stalemated
Even though it was intentionally fabricated

Nobody caught on, they were all captivated
This made me agitated
And aggravated
As I recalibrated

Staying isolated
Spending most of my time getting medicated
And wasted

No other way to say it
Did this to myself, this situation I created
Can only blame me, if I feel incarcerated
Because I can't stop being inebriated

Many times I contemplated
Overdoing it, nothing being moderated
Another honest statement
No fool, I got educated
But I'm making it far too complicated
Not concentrated
Or feeling obligated
On trying to change it
Still being blockaded
Just ask my mom, if you want it to be corroborated
When I finally go, will I be exonerated?
No matter, I just want my mom to be happy and compensated

All along the pavement
They congregated
Yet nobody cooperated

Never aided
Too many animals and people are hated
And degraded
Pitiful what they did
And how they betrayed them
What happened was bulls***, don't be mistaken
Too much is over rated
And too few tell it true instead of it being exaggerated

Makes me irritated
And frustrated
While working toward a state of elevation
They're too caught up with haven
And eternal damnation
It's a special occasion
Time for a celebration
And standing ovation
It remained true or got lost in translation
Changed due to mutation
Or skewed through hallucinations
When will we really awaken?
Items stole and lives taken
So many being forsaken
Because most are only out to save one's own bacon
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