MOOD'S-WINGS 3

We're all dying inside,on a daily day we compete
with this divine hell that life is
EFFORTLESSLY,defying what we are destined to be
fallin into pieces,
every other-brother's smokin up weed
as a chick loses her vir-gi-nity
sixth teenage preg-nancy
in this sick hour,im compelled to see
another kid on a bike,lost his life to speed
what was he runnin away from?
but we all have this one disease
peeps are wolves dresssed as sheep
we're STRESSED at-ease
and our 'minds we speak '
only when we're FAST ASLEEP
cos what's on my mind at F-B
is over my head n tran-scends me
that's why i plunge my headfones in,
like an I-V,n let the trance hit me
twenty years gone by,faster than seh-wag's 50
reminiscing,runnin my fingers,
over a bottle of RAT KILL
will somebody's hands-will,lift up this anvil?
on top of my head,the only thing i can-feel
tongue in cheek,but my eyes SCREAM,
what i try n conceal
break the seal like m 'un-wrapping gifts'
takin a look at my PRESENT
for a second,then i empty it
n before it hits,
i WAKE UP to a HARSHER REALITY