It Makes Me Sick

It makes me sick
It feels like I’ve been thrown in a pit
Full of mongrels
There is no way and no pay
For the way we savages pay a fee.
But sick is were we slay making a way to a portal
Known as creed
Our nation is drowning in greed not to feed the poor but to abuse.
Don’t refuse the truth.
One day we will regret so I place these fingers on these frets to forget.