The Drug Addict

It’s the first of the month I wake up and get my welfare check
Off to my dealer to spend it all that’s what happens next
I’m addicted to drugs and I stay out all night
Come back at at least 3 in the morning high
Momma is crying and it turns into a fight
Because she is so afraid of how I’m gon die
I can’t lie, deep down I want help so my fam
Doesn’t have to worry about me getting slammed
A little too hard to the point where my heart
Stops beating and can’t be saved by any ER
I know they love and I love them so I wanna quit
But despite all this I’m addicted let me get a hit.

The Game of Life

The room doesn’t worry me, I’ve always been alone
No thanks I need no coat I’m used to the cold
What is happiness and compassion to a man without a soul
Let people lie to you and say your life matters to the world
You’re just like me, another piece in their game
So pieces are bigger than others due to salary and fame
But we will never have power we can try to fight back
But they’re just break us in half, we’re just another piece, snap
We love reading dystopias like the Hunger Games or Orwell
They’re there to distract us from the dystopia we live in this is hell
They control us with religions and thoughts
If we fight back we get shot up by the cops
But if only this was the only way, if rebels were just shot
But no, if it was that simple something survives from that: a thought
Like this poem. So they fool us into seeing change
By shifting paradigms, our perception they rearrange
I refuse to play so I’m left on the side
Ignored by everyone not even given a bed to lie
I could shout and try to be heard but no one would hear my cry
So I just sit here in my cell jotting poetry while I periodically sigh.

From Hunger to Suicide

They tell me don’t get high and I should try to make a living
I told that I’m high and I’d rather make a killing
They tell me go to college if I want make a million
But look at student debt, over a million I’d be paying
So instead I’m on this city street corner drug dealing
No federal taxes or debt, so I’m rich damn
Then they wonder why we headed to streets
Trying to make money and avoid the police
Back when you was a kid, you go to college
Get a degree and that degree got you a job
But now it just is a paper
That earns you a room in your mama’s basement
Now you hungry wandering the pavement
Wondering when God gon come and save ya
But there’s no free lunch in the streets
You can try to steal and risk getting beat
This economy fucked for all but the number one
Percent of people who are living good
Who don’t know what it’s like to go days without food
Then these assholes ask why I’m in bad mood
It makes me wanna buy a gun and shoot
Them in the face. No wonder we get drink and get high
And rap about suicide, hunger makes you wanna die
That ain’t no lie why don’t you help us? Of course you have no reply.

Rise Above Life

Bills. Exams. Jobs. Try to keep up!
What’s that? You can’t? Then you suck.
The ability to succeed is based on these
This tells us if, to heaven, you get the keys
Because that’s something us humans get to decide
Anyone who can’t keep up or get a bride
Has a disorder or is just a waste of life
They aren’t useful so who cares if their neck gets a knife
Then we wonder people are always looking over their shoulder
How far with violence we have come from just growing boulders
But why the hell are we fighting
Throwing shade and constantly spiting?
Shooting with guns,
Hell we do it for fun
Mind so fucked by the world
What’s right and wrong anymore?
You don’t know because this isn’t something we can ask
No we are way too focused on our pointless tasks
File this. Copy that. Can’t you see it’s all bullshit?
It makes my head spin and want to quit
Because this is not the thing I came to do
I was given intellect imma sure as fuck use
Don’t tell me no I’m not afraid to abuse
You men in suits with the violence I learned from you
You made me this open your mouth so I can take a stand
And you piss in your mouth like that guy who was it that band
That nobody knew, hell I’m not new
Look at the people who decided to sniff glue
And writes songs in the fifties about being blue
But you tell me I’m a failure
“You? Yeah it’s time to jail ya”

Protests. Riots. Questions. These still confirm life.
The ability to not be oppressed and suffer this strife
That oppressive big brother no one can see or pinpoint
It’s time for us to them that standing for this is something we won’t.

Life Crushes

As grow old you realize nothing is given in this world
Except pain and suffering for you to deal with on your own
You may meet people along the way
Who temporarily make you happy
But people come and go, forever only lasts until death
It breaks people to the point of doing crazy things like meth
Love, happiness is this a sham?
Is this life all one great scam?
Am I a cynic with a bad life?
Could there really be a happy life?

Outcast

I sit here all by myself
Unable to fit in with these people who have wealth
I’m broke just praying I can pay my bills
But people like me tend to jump off the window sill
So I can’t fit in with people who struggle
I work all the time, college and jobs I juggle
They have a higher class of taste and like nice things
Hard for me to relate when I’ve never had air conditioning
I’m that person who doesn’t fit in the norm
Who just awkwardly wandered around his dorm
Now I sit and write in my apartment
Wondering how I fit in life like what department
Of the world am I to work, with whom
Am I to be with or am I just in this alone

Lost Time

You were the girl I always wanted to know
But now you’re the woman I’ll never get to hold
I’ll admit the sound of your name still stirs my soul
Sam. I haven’t seen her in a year or so
Her beautiful blonde hair flowing in the wind
Okay maybe nothing was blowing in the wind
But we could talk and just be ourselves
But then life stepped in and made us something else
Now I’m stuck in my apartment with her in my brain
With the hope that she might be doing the same

Nothingness

I have every kind of problem left and right
And it makes me wonder what I have in life
A bunch of health problems I can’t afford
Bills I can’t pay galore. Why am I in this world?
I have friends but I can’t get close
Why, you ask? The hell if I know
What do I have have in life?
I guess just have the poems I write
Do they suck? Maybe
But it’s the best art to come out of me

Feel Your Life

“Life is short”
Yeah, I’ve heard that before
“Just live your life”
Wait. Maybe I want something more
Anyone can life a life boring to the core
And just keep breathing, never experiencing anything
Life is nothing without feeling things in your heart
So throw away the structure
Color outside the lines
Don’t be fearful of poetry that doesn’t rhyme
These are rules straight from someone else’s brain.
A brain just like yours.
So don’t let rules hold you back and feel your life!
“Feel my life?”
Yes! Feel everything!
Such deep pain that you can hold back the tears
And such jubilant joy that you can do nothing but dance.
Laugh and cry while you still can.
“But the rules are there to protect us.”
They’re more like guidelines.
You see, anyone can sit quietly
Color within the lines
Connect the dots in the proper order
Write poems in iambic pentameter with rhyming
But that’s just living.
Just. Only.
“There’s more than just living?”
So much more.
There’s pure freedom
Uninhibited emotion
Anyone can live, but a real person feels.

Surprise (Not the Good Kind)

I am quiet and calm in total control
When suddenly anger and depression, where’d that come from?
Life is a series of ups and downs
I just can’t get my frown upside down
That’s why I sit here wasting my time
Jotting all about the troubles in my life
All while asking God why I should survive.