Power Struggle

There are times I want to shut out the world.
I want to quiet the noises of the city streets,
of the gum chewing shit talking hand slapping divas who thing they know it all
of those pretty boy good for nothing hoodlums who ride around on their bikes looking for prey,
of those naive parents who go out in the middle of the night in an oblivious rage looking for the child that sound have been in bed hours ago, only to find her lounging on a bench with a couple of young hungry dogs looking for prey but they have fearlessness in their eyes like the ones in your brothers before he died, so dad just yells at you to get your 15 year old ass in bed cause you got school in the morning.

Damn,
I wish i could quiet my mind.
Of the guilt of the hurting who haunt me with their mad eyes.
Like i've done something wrong, singing the same song,
so i change up the beat, turn up the heat
and eventually realize i'm just burning my own feet.

Damn, does this pain have relief?
Damn, do these drugs make me weak?
Damn these easy relief good for nothing habits are a CHEAT.
Yet i still do it every day, every week every hour-
i'm high off the idea that drugs bring power.

When in actuality they just distract and devour,
unless your selling em
and not doin em,
making income an hour
now thats REAL power.

Power. what is that?
A way to control a mouse,
from another cat?

Cat, with your narrowed eyes
are you one of the few animals
that are never caught in a lie?

Lie- why do we do it?
To lie is to fictionalize a feeling
before truly going through it.

Through it, as I go.
I go and I go and I know that I go and I slow and I speed and I cry and I need.

Need. Feed. Greed. Weed…
Weed,
the bond of the stoners who think weed somehow helps.

Help.
Help!
HELPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!

I am.