Morally Poor

The slightest word and you'll see,
a riot within me looking to be set free.
Ragin' and pacin' across my mind,
lookin' to unblind your views, see the true me.
Like Zumie, feeling shutdown and empty,
like you and he tryna understand my vocabulary.
I'm not actually using complicated terminology,
it's just life's too detailed I can't even see,
or comprehend how the world's been to me.
It's contraband, the truth is hidden illegally.
Like government feeding us lies politically,
so obese from the bullshit, we're not fit physically.
Stealing our money, we're in a dark pit fiscally,
and like any other great nation, we're doomed to fall inevitably.
Greed leaves us no patience, as we continue to burn trees.
I'm not talking about weed, just the poison called money.
We're fed this green, from the cunning.
Cash bound to us like the devil,
leaving our humanity in rubble.
With professional panhandlers acting like they're subtle,
when we're all just morally poor and in trouble.