I'M Suffering

Run away from sunny days and nights, By trying to take the time, to make a rhyme, about complacent minds, the shapes shift lines and boundary's, behind this county, is the bounty on how we, lost our souls, like the closets closed, and your lost alone, trying to talk to ghosts, from your past.... Relax, fact and fiction, is like a crack addiction, and now I've got cancer symptoms, i'm past inflicted, the mask is hidden, in the tragic limits, these flesh portals, are only stressed morals, in a land of the free, where agony is what our flag'l bring, brag and scream, while children die and families are panicking, staggering and starvin, marked men, target the far fetched objects, of materialistic conscious, instead of spiritual rhythmic comments, on odd ****, aren't we all gods kids, locked in the closet of profit and lost sense.....