Lifes a battle, struggle with my moments i cry, cause of many altercations feeling like i need to die

Lifes a struggle, means anything that opens fire, like a pyromaniac burner with a flame thrower....

Lifes a hoe, so f*ck it, like you mean to play with her, i mean its just crazy how life goes through so many hurtfull pain....

let it rain tears from the face of God, let it bleed pain and agony through the wrist i sob with, let it pour out gallons of sober analogy from the blood sweat and tears that we bring onto an open sea....

we must breathe this powerful antidisestablishmentarianism , totalitarianism, with in the break of my wisdom, i risk em, i mean i frisk the pain of powerful poisonous gas, through out my lungs cause of this stupid acts of patriot mask of the country, i be in poverty, and thats the only way i breathe in cause of this over exaggerated state of emergency...

code red, code blood shot red like my eyes when i soaked in that green, my eyes show a brief spear thrown at feds cause they everything, they took everything from me, and i know now life seems worthless living, striving unfaithfulness level revealing death into a scrimmage, skirmish, im talking about a mission to clean poverty, to risk all life and get this free, oppression life is the way to be, now life is over the limit of poetry....

i mean this is not to be described i know it, but my life is painfully opposite of high and you should know it, im spitting what i feel, maybe you would relate to some words i spit, they may be strong in some aspect, they may not its up to you to receive, now now, i must achieve the complete freedom analyzed, i mean the one they promise to us when we got compromised, to make a complete different selection, and im stating a line of defense to my own repetition.....

im sorry.......

Very well said

im talking about a mission to clean poverty, to risk all life and get this free, oppression life is the way to be, now life is over the limit of poetry....

Great Line!

thanks for the comment ma peoples