I hear scribbles in the back of my mind that sound like a pencil

They tell me what to get into

I know some find their peace by unloading one in the temple

I cry myself to sleep at the thought

Of losing my loved ones to fentanyl

Prescriptions and benzos preserving the death toll

I hear your voice inside my head reverbing the echo

We hold onto these earthly things, they too hard to let go

I miss you, I would never call you a statistic

That type of shit just make me go ballistic

If death is just a number then go tell

That to the people that you live with

We can feel your energy existing from a distance

Since your presence, I missed it, it makes me optimistic

Think I believe in God but not the one that's just for Christians

What type of world we living in?

The type of world where some require fitting in

I can't admire that position but acknowledge it exists

And I don't know if I go tired of my life, I plead the fifth

Losing balance on a wire, if I trip then I won't make it

I had a chance, I had to take it

Others don't and that's a problem that we facing in this nation

They going soft through newer laws and declarations

We screaming louder stating things with exclamations

How many times we had this country take our patience and our payments?

They made us patients, the flag is just for decoration

To cover up for all the racist, rapist hatred

Tyranny and bloodshed we spread in all places

Catching politicians fucking all ages

Every history book is lies on all pages

Teaching you something they control from all angles, it's dangerous

Let's say a prayer for the victims that remain nameless

And all the people that been saying what I said for ages