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