Lunch

I think they wanna kill me
but fuck it
whats destined always will be
Everytime I try n find a mind they’re blind
I still see
father forgive me
I’m not really pretty
I’m guilty
without a lawyer to appeal me
Tom Sawyer probably feels me
I write like him
I frighten my friends with my pen
it’s either that or I might fight them
I try to do what’s right
but lifes like wind
changes directions
the only thing that doesn’t change
my name and complexion
Its game that I’ve stepped in
my brain is the weapon
today is the present
I’m christmas with this nonfictiouus story
don’t ignore me because surely it gets vicious
is this a visit
from the second coming that’s predicted?
Well if it is
I hope you’ve hid the kids
I can’t let them niggaz live
kill em all
I’m on a hunt
Build a wall
like Donald Trump
I will not fall
even though
the road has bumps
I know u want to go to lunch
but I gotta work before I eat
ita gonna hurt before it’s sweet
and even when you win
you first will meet defeat
they don’t understand
because there so much thirstier than me
I turned down the lemonade
because I prefer sweet tea
lol