Unhealthy infusions
Flavored in an atmosphere that is filled with disgust and turmoil
In an environment riddled by the abuse of substance
Due to conditions of situations and the reflection of renditions of survival tactics
In a lifestyle that is misused and confused
Yet, bound by a matter of whose life is more important
In a world of deceit that is subjected by the condition of circumstances
And the attitude with a motto of I don’t give a
In agreement with a life lived where the lessons learned were self-taught
Blinded by educators milking the systems of required classes
Whereas on my side on the see-saw were deemed unsatisfactory
As result of the effort consistent with my overlooked portion of local land
Whereas the character that sits high on the list of its abusers
Are for the sake of the people and not the pupils
And the tears in the eyes of the students are due to bullies
And the crime is the system that is not beneficial to the students
And is in disagreeable with Christian customs
And the right to choose is higher that the need of education
At least in the land of those dependants
Where destiny seems to be between a cell and a fight for land
And it is an embarrassment to those whom respect nature and our existence
Forcing a fight amongst those whom believe, with those whom give up
And with those whom hold their own, with the majority whom are forced to fit in
Causing a flux of disrespect to that somewhat forces the honest man to surrender
Taking the focus off of the needs of common honorable citizens
Causing him to live in an adapted comfort
Accustomed to a life behind bars in his on
Misguided by chemical imbalances of the recognition of trust and those worthy of trust
Creating a blistering tongue
Inflamed by rage and unjust utterance
As result of the trials of a thirsty world
And the reinsurance of the we deal with
In a world which we are grateful to live in
Tied to the west side of the hemisphere
Were freedom is our fortune
Yet freedom allows man to behave less than man
And on the Eastside of the hemisphere they criticize with deadly opposition
And though they believe, their tactics are worse than our free land
Yet, I stand, shaking my head
Knowing that as time continues forward
Our successors whom laugh out loud are forced to shovel thru the same bull
And possibly some escalated that causes me to grit my teeth
Causing me more and more grief
And a struggle that weakens my soul
Generating pain from the lack of my essentials to survive
And all that I am forced to deal with
Surviving in a world that many have forecast to be near its end
Yet participating in life, with a hope of it never ending
Looking for the next knot in the rope as the days continue flow
Dangling my feet as I strive to climb as I pray for fortune
And dealing the a growth in this life that has done nothing for me but make me old
And I remember when I was young, hoping to grow to what I envisioned as man
Yet, I was just a little boy, with the sole responsibility of loyalty to that family
With emphasis on taking care of what pops called my
And I grew, learning to do what I was told
Now, I am doing the telling
And it is my child whom takes care of his
Now, I have the power
And times have changed to keep up with circumstances
And I hear that many struggle, developing the character of hunger
Starving, so they steal others’
Leaving others hungry for their sole gratification
Leaving others looking to plant one in a head
Leaving me straggling the fence