Come at them
Bearing sharp teeth
And a balled fist
Raise it up in the blue
Under we stand
Over all your voice
Stands tall.

Compassion will make them fall
No one around
you hit the deck
Like a tree in the forest
With none around to hear it
Fear being like me?
You closer to me than you think
Money makes your morals stink.

Oils thick
Like the membrane
Encasing your brain
That won't let your mind In
Trainers not tonight boss
Your not on the list
Fiending for the riches
Something flashy for your wrist
Impresses noone but your self
Improve your mental health
Play the hand you were delt
Time to show yourself some respect
Coz we detest ourselves to death.