Infekted Penz (Crew Collab- Societies BackBone).
Lenox: Life is fiction and I'm stressed with knots in my chest,
Streets stricken with poverty, I have no options left,
I'd rather be in prison than get shot to death,
Cops with vests, it's obvious that societies a mess,
No amount of counseling session can stop my depression,
Lots of tension on my mind so only god we can question,
Mothers dying from fatal injuries, date rapes and misery,
Every day is fatal, I guess you could say it is killing me,
I wake up with danger on my mind as I fatally decline,
The cracks in the streets breaking my spine,
Latinos without their green cards getting neglected,
Spit on, ripped up, killed and disrespected,
Falling off cliffs in your dreams then hitting the edges,
All because of ways the government treats the people,
Innocent kids getting jumped, then they shoot up schools,
You wonder why the rest see us as evil, sadistic, and lethal,
Growing up to kill and sticking your skin with the needle,
Life is not fair, we look to find a better way to get peaceful
143: Blue pill nonsense, Area 51 knowledge
Barriers drifting of conflicting opulence
Constricting the manipulating ambiance
Dilapidating the elating confidence through abolishment
Secretive missions, spoken directives creative like a renaissance
Pension the innocent confidants to publicized martyrdom
Cartoning the ignorance as government subsidize nonchalance
Rising the social mediocre silence into a powerful stardom
Even now you protest because some else is doing it
Follow in the regressive state, swallowing, and chewing it
Blindly fighting for civil lights to exercise imbalance
Getting sick from all the Ice Bucket challenges
Freedom is a price none pay outside the white palace
So we will have you dine on the glimpses, you savages....
Now we will return you to your previous thought thought out for you..............