In this Box
By : Caiyo
quiet...
*whispers*
In this box most critics despise of us alot,
To sell rocks, overdose on coke, or get shot
In this world they don't give options to survive
meth heads waiting on the next hit to get high
Now an days wearing colors could be fatal
they tell fables, then give us a list to be labeled
critizied in the end were just right to do wrong
Melodies tend to mix up emotions to get along
latly i've been tokin, to pass time and heal pain
I even try to avoid conversation to maintain
Never attempted to have dreams or make goals,
and never warmed up to ideas, cause lifes cold
In this sufforcating box we call earth is absurd
Imaginating a movement to strive gets unherd
contiplating on clients, victims die everyday
problems forshadow us so we struggle to find ways
Carcrashes, suicides, grown men touching kids
whipflashes, homicides, teen girls in explicit vids
History deminished me just remembering slavery
constantly faithful, these hard times of laboring
In this box, were cornered, trapped in a dream,
so we pop beans coated with syrup and cop lean.
Please Focus!
In this box were trapped everyday is a stuggle, we face situations
that end up deadly if not mentally prepared..
So in this box just think about the future or your always be held captive...
In this box...
-Caiyo
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