Assimilate

we have to much destruction and crime on the streets
welcome to america the land of the free
but what if that fact is the fact of what has you beat?
you have no where to go and nothing you need
the laws the law is what they always said
but what use is it to you when your already dead?
no sense in living  a life that you cant already live
abuse and neglect that is all that can give
moma says she loves you, shes just fucked in the head
no sense running to daddy, cause daddy already left
out the front door before you were even born
the hate and hurt, that is what comes with the scourne
at school they say chin up kid your going places fast
but how can you leave when you cant out run your past?
the questions questions that revolve in my head
maybe im free if i could just play dead
when playings not enough the real thing takes place
but they will always blame you for vacating your space
no sense disguising it
my life is dead if i cannot live
listen to the music that plays from the past
your never getting nowhere and its happening fast
put the headphones in and drown out the sound
your living in your closet and your owned by the ground
soon to ash and shake the dust
dont hold tight u can just give up
take your place the right full hand
next to the undertaker and become like the sand
in spite of this i still have hate in my heart
it has always been there from the very start
to assume the assimillation just to give up
i still hold tight to my anger to strenghten it up
like a shot from a gun or a line of coke
the jitters start and i always choke
gun in hand finger on the trigger
you can make the example: be the leader
i dont know what holds me back,
its easier to leave this life and fade to black
with shaking hands and tear streaked face
i give up this effort and take back my place