Sitting in silence
Wondering if I'm rich enough to see the back of my eyelids
Haven't decided
About to grab this pistol and get violent

My stomach hurting
And I'm making no money with this cursive
Writing my own hearse
Being black makes it worse
Cause nobody gives a ****
Rather see you in the dirt

I forgive but never forget
Internal anger making me sick
Protect your neck
When you bow down
Your head is dismissed