Under the Firmament

Under the firmament Vying  to escape the dome  of purgatory A trap which seems permanent Filled with negative energy and pain Stuck on a plain That plays tricks on the brain Driving souls insane Desensitized to such evil ways The supreme comglomerate of capitalism has free reign Its bi product swiftly divides humanity Corrupting those who are unable to manouver through Due to A melenated hue Causing such bitter hatred in so many others view That Begets self hatred Causing moor on moor crime Bullets to the Brain for simple paper and gold chains Hindering any chance of escape Focused energy on material things The value of life secondary For the weight of the planet is infinite Upon the shoulders of those considered insignificant Pressing  the mind Causing aggression to build into rage inside Lashing out on one another For the reflection looks so disgustingly similar to melenated men  standing in mirrors Questions that themselves why Change literally impossible to aye Trapped beneath grey skies Dense with gun smoke and tormented cries Our own worse enemy Our  own ops Bullets to the Brain for simple paper and gold chains Hindering any chance of escape Focused energy on material things The value of life secondary For the weight of the planet is infinite Upon the shoulders of those considered insignificant Under the firmament dying to escape this trap of purgatory With these suicidal thoughts of Positivity Upon  a planet where entities flourish amongst evil activity After all these years Blood sweat and tears Still, I am Physically trapped here Among many who pretend But really don't care Themselves focused on escape routes far from here Where? The pit of dispair Home to addiction Affliction and Constant fear Royalty unaware Brothers Killin each other out here Sisters outside in their underwear Angry empty glares The seemingly many that project no future here For after all these year Nothing has gotten better here Gentrification attempts to mask the past But after all these years I'm held captive In areas my reflections Are hindered by the same transgressions Horrible impressions That don't define most of us at all Who dream to be Living life Picturly In the breeze Flowing free With no  pressures Stressing Constantly UnBothering By the  issues That saturate Every place presently I'm part of those who yearn an escape From souls Resigned to the monotony of captivity Adding to my lack of serenity I've tried to run I've tried to hide Until one fatefilled day came Causing me to realize Under the firmament Within this  dome  of purgatory A trap which seems permanent