Pulled in both ways indirection
Wrestle motives insurrection
Spot a purpose plot oppression
My honest to God confession
I can blame this on the depression
I can blame this on the election
Searching to find my own direction
Help shout out voter suppression
These sessions obsession of mine
I find ways to cut ties binding
Coin shortages buying time
Biding by the trying times
By driving miles in my own mind
Business of my own I'm not minding
The yours versus mine divide
It's not fine it's a fine high crime
That's why I'm putting my foot down
Even if I look like a clown
Otherwise, these women kids and guys
Close their eyes and drown
For the greater good
Won't be understood
They're cutting down woods
For consumer goods
They really all should
Rehab engines that could
Focus on the hopeless
All these ghettos and hoods
Together on the real issues
Cry and deny using the tissues
Ligaments figure this litter ate
Laws of misuse will iterate
Like your face I’m missing you
Can't face to book first issue
Difference of opinion they diss you
Don't know the half you have been through
That's why I'm putting my foot down
Even if I look like a clown
Otherwise, the women and guys
Close their eyes and drown
Let us shout out nevermore
Stuck at home bed ever sore
Empty cabinets bedroom drawers
What's it for why keep them poor
Sour patch sweet and sour
Two faced ones have all the power
Sitting pretty atop a tower
Run raced mothers' midnight hour
This the end of the message
To stop this toxic septic
In our city killing endless
Calm before the storms hectic
Take it at your own discretion
To learn ourselves a good lesson
Reverse a cursed first impression
With this honest to God confession