The problem
Aint me its the system
Still got your minds hung
Lynching
Making moves everday
Just to survive  
But the way to survive
Is to thrive
On a hopeless thought
That will only bring a drought
A drought for your mind
Depression and happiness
Become intertwined
A bitter sweet to keep you sleep
Mentally and subconsciously
Wake up and smell the cafe
*** no matter what they say
There mission is to put you in harms way
To see you next to a cemetery  
Front page of an obituary
Its so hereditary its scary so bury
Your mind in books instead of looks
And once we unite
We can overcome with the fight and all of our might goodnight