I wonder if I were quiet
would I still make my point
I have so many thoughts and ideas
so many things I wanna say
yet I can’t.
The silence that the brain holds the mouth
engulfs me with confusion weather
whether the sounds I hear are an illusion
how the emancipated gets push out the way
the gaul of them
to haul the PALs
YSA that makes everyday a fun day
Killed, blood spilled
for personal pleasure
but what is the true treasure
in $5 owed to you the day before?