Thoughts on paper

Hard days and Nights,

Constant fights to pursue my dreams of human flight,

Impossible right?

That's the definition of an ambitious life.

Today repeating the same ritual of starving,

Like I'm a fasting monk, but scurrying to cheese like mice.

What's the difference between us anyway?

Craving for the same cotton our ancestors were picking,

nothings changed, still slaves, farming for the same things.

Just to live and eat and you get beat by society when you complain about how your fingers bleed.

Nothings free, except death and even then they'' charge you to bury a n***a.

The corruption of the system poisons our mental, now we're vengeful in our living,

sinning with no regard the our souls are the victims.

Claiming victim at every symbol of adversity but all of our colors are tainted with hare and greed.

What us the feeling of freedom?

Is it sex with any woman I please?

I believe it's a release from that adultery.

What does it mean to be unified culturally?

Does it mean we defend a man even if he's a thief?

Or we just dance to the same types of beats.

We all lease life and that contract expires at sometime.

Until then I'm trying to furnish my den,

So my whole pride can kick it with in.