I Sit In The Kitchen And Stare
I sit in the kitchen and stare, wonder what it's like for heaven to be up there, and we're down here. Is there really a god who can see all the damage we do? So for the devil he threw? At us, covered in lust. My anger I just can't simply bust, at all of us. Cause I know there are some people who are actually struggling, and actually can't afford even the bus. Yet, there are people out there who simply don't care. As I stare, at everything. Birds are being cut down from trees, rapist are becoming more free. As people who just smoke weed, could actually get up to three years. And as for the black man, shit now I'm already in tears. As child commits suicide, sometimes being a parent I fear. As wastelands, secretly grab everyone's hands. As everyone is asking who's man's is this? When a man leaves his wife, each and every night. To just go have sex with a hoe. "Nah, she's side bro." Just to bypass, but main don't know she's not the last, laugh. I just cry. At what mankind has created, rated negative forty none in stars. Because we vaule cars more, than a child's smile and a mother's good heart. Shit, being heartless just piles. And you wanna know why you're unhappy. Because you rather see your dog shake then be with your what? Temporary? In the club, you're awake. Mankind I honestly fucking hate. You don't even need to rake up your yard, to see these fucking snakes. People will act like preachers, but then act like some type of creature. Because shit just got real, and when you need to heal. Ain't nobody here, and take the wheel. But when somebody falls, you gotta kneel. Deep down, depression is what we feel, but instead of fixing it. We steal. Not only merchandise. But everyone else's happiness to conqueror our own, like a dog fetching a bone. But we don't bring it back, because our brains are hard as stone. That's why we don't seek through our hearts, cause that's where we fall apart. Then we're caught up, right back at the start.