Not my best piece but I had to write something...
[Verse 1]
Walked to school yesterday, got beat and robbed,
The teachers don't care, all week they mock,
Always trapped up in my own anger and frustration,
In my own cuts, never getting my salvation,
I feel blood engulfing my entire mouth,
Small like a mouse, my fire has been doused,
I'm unknown to the present just like Robert Frost,
Sitting on my chair thinking of tomorrows loss,
Unimportant, a nuisance, kicked to the side,
A young teenager who's been hit when he tried,
Hit in his pride, no hope is inside, it's crazy,
The perfect vision for a boy like me is hazy,
And when I die I really hope that it is known,
My life's blanket was cold and I grew up without a home.
[Chorus]
It's like one of those types of games you can't beat,
It's like life is a test, but it's one you can't cheat,
It's a battlefield, a type that you cannot retreat,
Sometimes you gotta settle down and admit your defeat.
[Verse 2]
Frustration surrounds me, I'm in a choke hold,
My heart skips beating like mold flows,
Subject of told jokes, a cold old cloak,
Shitted on like I was a stick and they was bold oak,
See them in the halls giving me a sharp look,
Meaning I'll beat your ass this time with a hard book,
I ain't poor or diseased, but home ain't sanctuary,
Dead faces in my mind, they're just blankly scary,
Sweat down my back, all the hate I attract,
Tying to fit in but I guess friends are things I lack,
Pick up the courage, now winning is my urge,
Pen is the weapon and I fight with my words.
[Chorus]