Freestyle- in progress-

Everyone knows life is psycological
especially for Saint the diabolical
spittin shit thats straight up astronomical
while livin a life thats morbidly comical
nothing for me will ever be what it seems
livin in an empty shell of broken dreams
trying to peice together the grand scheme
trying to figure out what me visions mean
Damn I try- Nothing seems good enough
Do what I do- No one seems to give a fuck
If it wasn't for bad I'd have no luck
So I take a cookie from a duck
and get fucked up_
These drugs I do seem to melt the pain away
The herbs I smoke helps me face each day
call me weak or addicted
I don't care anough to fix it
You said you'd never turn your back on me-
You lied-
I never thought you'd backstab me-
Now I wonder why; why'd I try?
It never mattered we were just a lie
Life goes on, people part
We're alone from the start
&& Don't ever risk your heart,
It'll be stolen away lickty split like a dart.
All these people being decietful
when Im tryin to be peaceful
got me acting leathal
Then we've got this system just in
That I've got no trust in
We've got no justice, Ya'll can BUST THISS
We've got kids living on welfare without healthcare
told to depend on prayer cuz no one has time to care
Better to get help from an imaginary friend
That will one day desend and mend
and apprehend and all will be well
the good go to heaven and the bad go to hell
its the story they instill and re-tell
but we're wrong with ritual and spell
apparently we fell.