Creating poetry to pull you out of poverty Is like leaning on your window, feeling heavy

But you don't want to be

Pondering outside window keeping you in

Eyes seeping through the glass, but the reflection of it

Only outside ain't the same when you finally break in

It's a hundred people all the same, the same trash lies all of it

Fuck, the more you detest, the more your mind fills up with bits

Yet you never even needed to be worried about them

You're just adding their weight when your glass already thin

Them little bits split, all them hypocrites from within

Yeah, here I am complaining about that same old shit

Same motion

Yeah, that's why I know

That I won't be decided by them

No peace in mind, no I won't be decided by them