Crises Psyches

Look around, this how it looks when the surgeries ain’t elective

When the perjury get neglected

The fervor we interject with is nervous and ineffective

In the school of hard knocks, concern’s not an elective

And yet we wait for vague despair to say we care

Before we stand corrected, we sit in that lazy chair

The workin man been in hell, this ain’t unique to now

The government stumbling, couldn’t keep the trains runnin and on time

They owned by the billionaires that we just work for

Shit, but if we quit, they’d be fucked

I know it’s hard cause we don’t got our liquidity up

But they’ll let us die ‘fore that portfolio of stocks

So is we rollin up or not? Eventually, that’s the only question…

Cause these won’t be the only crises, tryna keep my mind intact

Cause this my only psyche

Gotta speak the truth til no one like me, then fuck ‘em