As The World Turns

None of you should be of my concern
Non-fiction; maybe you should live with me, then you'd learn
Maybe a lesson isn't taught to the student by the teacher
But the student to himself, the other figure is just a pleaser
Or maybe just a believer, though Athiest
Maybe a rich, but a dirt poor financial analyst
Maybe a bitch with nothing more than a child she can't feed
Because the drugs tempt her toward the path of greed,
Forget the food for the babies
But who not sows the seeds, reaps ten times quicker
I wish I were so lucky death would cry ME a river
No pity, and I feel some are disappointed I don't take hold of this city
And just grind in twist her in the same way I do to my phillies
Relieve myself of the pressure and just troop it
You know it's beef when a smart nigga like me gets stupid
I become much more ruthless when I've got the toxin in me
And I can't help but see all the lies that tend to fill me
When women speak, I no longer take heed
When family calls to arms, I no longer wield my leash
Because when I look around, it looks like a troubled time to be sparkin'
I'm always outnumbered, why would I try to be a Spartan?
Why when my bloodline runs deep, I see nothing but the martyrs?
Why keep the cause of death secret, when she had a drug problem?
Why write past the margins when no one but my eyes read it?
Why even keep writing when I'm what no one believes in?
I'm not one people like to frequent! -- why do I struggle with demons?
Where's my baby brother at? -- I thought you would help when I'd need it!
So tired, and I'm trying to touch the sky
But every time I'm called a liar, I resume how I used to expire
If you've ever read anything, you've seen nothing
Trust me, no one can touch me -- no more sighs, I don't even feel myself breathing
Is that bad? Should it feel right that my progression gets even?
When all one does is move back into the same stances as when he was drinking...