I was bored nd i write it , i hope that you will like it .. feedback would be appreciated
Why cant i do thins the way i want,
this world is strange and aint changin for no one,
this life won't give me funds so i gotta earn some,
take my time stress is a disturbance making it hard to write a rhyme,
why cant people look at me the same they look at the president,
were equals but cant see pass their own negligent,
and times are rough and got us destroying are own intelligent,
our brains are see through and its showin the worlds rebellion,
the wars are heavy and at times causin major felons,
crimes occurring cause i cant have it my way,
twisted and havin tantrums like usher use to say,
my mind is sicker than thoughts of the late jeff dalmer,
and making me sweat more liquid than waterboy adam sandler,
realizin my ways and thoughts crepted up into me,
the Why Cant I mentality is really startin to abuse me,
to levels and points i cant even start to imagine,
and controllin my actions like the E! news director of fashion,
i'd take it all back if i could change my reactions,
i cant see anything pass what i want,
i'm reachin for the limit in the sky wit out the use of a gun,
pain is tragedy and there aint no end,
like a cure for aids not even if sex was a sin,
now that i look back on most of the things,
i got most of what i wanted and half of those blinged,
if i never ask the simple question why cant i,
i would never be writin music this whole verse would be lies,