Disgruntled

I hate my job I think its driving me mad I hate my job I think its driving me mad mad mad mad I hate my work because its never done Im on overtime I wanna hurt someone I walk past the homeless people...

Labels on my chest from the first instinct elders in my life leading to the brink of insanity yes they're handing me so much crap that my mind can't expand see they know me but they'll never know me...

I'll look to you in times of hope please give me strength so I can cope through times of strife you are my light consume my soul with all your might I'll cry this plee for your exstance victory come...

You can't see the very thing that my anguish has done to me you can only sit and pretend to be interested in the fact that I proclaim the love no longer thread bear to a fabric undone and now as I ask...

The place where you were born is now the place that you dwell and what you call a home others call a living hell just because of where you live they say you're an object middle class down town mansion...

The truth is not hard see all things have come undone life gives you tragedy you have nowhere to run freedom comes through the hurt pain our key from there we fly a fragrance from the sacrifice burnt...

So many times own when I thought I could stand only made me naive and young short of a man falling a away on a another false story further away from the path of glory hurling down the road without...

Shots they ring out every night in my community an audible testimony of another life that is soon to be either the creator or the victim of a circumstance enhance from this chance not standing there...