Rest easy young one

Rest easy soldier

They try to appease with money oil and greed

But in order to succeed

You don’t need faith effort or belief

I guess paper trails are what prevail

In a nation run by politicians who belong in jail

And I could never understand the value of power

If peace grew flowers and belief silenced the gun that said stop louder

Children are getting indictments

American youth is now an asylum

And I'm not running from a place where hard work triumphs over violence

I say my silence loudly

The left does not say it proudly 

The right exudes ego foully

I hope my words touch you

Unlike the boy whose father didn’t stay true

We live in a world where likes and comments are more important than feelings of emotion 

Which cause defiance 

And then there's riots 

Streets littered with violence

And people doing time for a plant that causes eyes to brighten

Constant coverage of the latest story

Death murder and rape, the narrative is written for me

I am the writer, the pen holder

Knighted from shoulder to shoulder

Without honor, yet vengeance makes me bolder 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

But mirrors do tell lies and people speak great wonders

Of the thing we call life, standing with my brothers.

Standing with the fallen victims of one hatred towards another

And my mother questions why I want to end my life

But this thing called life is too hard of a strife

With college and debt attacking my type

I write to chase that paper trail 

That so many people would kill for, only time will tell

I love you mom

And I love you too dad

And I don't mean to make you sad 

But the pat-terns too much

And slowly dimmens the laughter

I hope my words reach you like the river

Slithering as to not disturb the late winners

So-called war heroes fighting for freedom

But there's no price tag, so we leave em

I'm horrified at the thought of suicide 

But is it my responsibility (or right)  to take my own life

And I just might

If the walls get to close 

I'm gonna grab that rope

And tie it around my neck so hard that I choke

Until my last breath leaves me and along to hell I see thee

Just remember my words, and I hope you believe me 

This thing called life is a bad dream on repeat.

God gave me life, but now he wants to leave me

Please just know that I am not serious

Because I am a youth and I am delirious

As my problems do not matter under the chatter of constant reminders of blind leaders and false ride or dyers

Gang violence grabbing would be children

Signing them contracts to give them something to live in 

These are the future so-called late soldiers who are winning 

But victory does not exclude death

And every step with every breath

Should be taken as scarce 

And you know the rest

Lest let it decompress

For the world has seen this many times

Yet we do not learn from each other's crimes

Because we are the world

We want the power we want the greed

We want that paper tree’s seed

So don’t act surprised when we tell you lies

About the world and how we will end before time.