The Mind Of The Sick.

I was in the car with my mother when the radio came on.
She was going through the channels when she said to me;
"What the hell is on the radio these days?"
Or something to that effect.
I was about to go on an hour long tirade about what I think the problem is.
But I could have been wrong and wasted my breath.
Plus, I'm starting to lean away from music.
I have bigger problems than the lies rappers tell.
The bad examples they set in numerous parts of this world.
I'm sick.
I went to a temp agency and they didn't even take my resume.
I guess I really am a loser with no hope.
Their job is to get people jobs.
At least I was able to buy an Arizona.
What if I'm not able to fulfill my dreams?
You need money in this country to get by.
I have no money.
I don't want to resort to illegal activities.
I know too many people who have taken that route and are either dead or doing bids.
I'm not a rapper and this is real life shit.
THIS COUNTRY MADE US WHO WE ARE AND WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH US.
There are times where I think I'm cursed.
I have a higher chance of being a drug addict, drop-out, drug dealer or criminal.
Just because of where I live and my skin colour.
I just want to live comfortably in this cruel world.
I try to gain knowledge but I end up blocked from making any advances.
Because of money.
And people tell me, "just work at a fast food spot for a little bit."
And end up stuck there slaving right?
I'm good with everything man.
I really am.