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The happiness I seek
seems so far from my entity
destroy me
don't toy me
please don't tell me no stories
I got enough of that
I view all my sins
through allegories
where the goods a little wicked
but the bad don't get no glory
and there's always
a smile at the end
of the tale
til I wake up and realize
the world is going to hell
siblings fight each other
down to tooth and nail
but you know I don't give a ********
cuz I got weed to inhale-
and E to ingest-
we all do the same thing
find our escape
and watch the others
try to maintain
talk about ma issues
hate to hear you complain
I got words as sharp as daggers
aimed at pointing the blame
shields as strong as steel
to deflect all my faults
equipped to go to war with people
for no reason at all
the possibiltiy
that I could ever be wrong
is a negative infinite
on a scale of one to ten
yet we can't seem to see past
the sins of our kin