Disease of the Poor

Suicide is a disease that is weeding out the poor.
We’re too stressed out to even think anymore.
No more bills, and no more pain.
This shit needs to end, so that my life can begin.
Everyone argues that suicide is not natural.
Neither is praying on each other, like we’re cannibals.
The entire human race is more primitive than most animals.
Humans aren’t a gift; we are something more dramatically intangible.
How can you use your own brother for gain?
And still expect your brother to remain sane?
There is a thin line drawn between pleasure, and pain.
And sometimes the difference is nothing to your brain.
Our checks are week to week, but we are living day to day.
The only way we know how; The American Way.
Forgive me when I don’t feel any better when I pray.
My faith was whole once, but this system took it away.
Now, I’m sitting here, and I understand that suicide is sane.

Third World

This isn’t some typical poetry for your children.

This is some advice for some 6.5 billion.

This is for the masses that need some positive feelings.

For all the people who can’t stand Uncle Sam’s dealings.

These politicians only got my people reeling.

Back on our heels, and inflated to the ceiling.

Only numbers that don’t go up is our hourly pay.

And yet we’re expected to make it day by day.

No one is listening to what the people have to say.

This is supposed to be democracy, you say?

This is the struggle. American third world country.

Forgive me for not feeling that the life I live is lovely.

How can I, when my family is constantly struggling?

Ain’t no way we can make it, my babies are going hungry.

All because Daddy doesn’t make enough money.

The Thin Green Line

I don't think they understand how hard it is.

Working 5 hours a week, and feeding two kids.

Wife pays the bills, but she ain't getting rich.

This shit is aggravating. I gotta flip the switch.

Let me get another brick, and then turn it into nicks.

Went to see the Doc, and had him sign my slip.

Now I'm picking out my bag like I'm gonna flip the script.

It's hitting a loophole when I don't wanna hit a lick.

I've hit a few before, and I'm tired of the shit.

Man, this gap is getting thick between the poor and the rich.

There's money to be found, but they aren't sharing it.

So I get on a hustle 'til I feed the wife and kids.

I'm not a gangster. Don't even know what that is.

I'm just a fed up man who ain't got no quit.

The world is a thin green line, and I'm tired of walking it.