At times I my as well be dead my nerves are bad my vains are pumped with rage my eyes look like fire steam comes from my head my face looks like a angry lion ready to kill who ever steps in my way I'm angry I feel like I come from the dead my luck is like a gambler losing his house my thoughts is like a killer that can destroy a whole campus im frustrated life got me debating I was born with out a silver spoon my fingers I had to use death is always on the news CNN shows all the overseas news nothing but bombs I here through my tv screen angry humans nothing but riots protesters that's fed up with this devilish world peace I haven't seen hell is were I'm living the struggle is what I know negative is what's around positive is unheard of dark clouds and thunder and lighting is what I see kids with broken homes lost with lots of worries drugs is what there selling cause every rap song tells them its ok police is shooting unarmed humans I guess its just the AMERICAN WAY!!