Dear God.
Dear god, Why do people die and shed tears when they cry.
The biggest question is ,who am I.
And why am I alive, In a world where its hard to survive
And we’re striving to make a living even if its a big decision.

We have a mission and a choice.
A mouth, And a voice.
So people need to listen.
Watch us shine and watch us glisten.
Or I’ll be gone forever missin.
My mind is a cage a prison.

Schizophrenic personalities make a collision.
Suicidal thoughts i might make a killin.
I’ve always been evil but never a villain.
Pop a vicodin just to lose the feelin.
Tie a rope hang myself from the ceilin.

Stealing life from a young blood.
The mean streets show no love.
I’m looking from the angel sent from above.
To show its wings and help me fly like a dove.
To help me get through it when push come to shove.

So ,Dear God, When have I had enough?