Scribbles

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