I’m not a live Obama
Im not even a Dead Kennedy
i run against addiction
to be
president of my identity.

Some people shoot schools
i’d  give a second shot at school,
instead of acting fool,
being my own enemy.

Falling off the ledge of
privilege,
i didn’t wanna be a pilgrim,
thought i’d live life on edge,

i look in the mirror:
i’m tired of being him,
i pledge,
i shall be changing in a grin.

my teeth are grinding against each other
i don’t sleep,
won’t die like my brother,

why bother he said,
i’d rather go ahead and
lay the cards that i have dealt
instead of laying in an
envy bed with an empty head.