The World Is On the Edge

The world is on the edge
I can't help but feel like I’d be better off dead than to have to experience
This incompetence
And the fickle nature of humanity
Overruled by the ruling class & corrupt politics
Or maybe i’ve just yet, to experience
The better leg of being alive
And the wealth that i can manifest
To enhance this, simulation
My mothеr brought me in
Why do i feel like I’m on the еdge
Like in any minute, one mans decision
Can just ruin and alter my plans
For the sake of money, power & land
Instead of stamps, we’ll send out military fronts to force put up our flags
Agendas, i have no business in or knowing, any details
You know the sayin “Ignorance is bliss”
The less u know maybe you’ll feel well, oh hell
How the nature of things seem like its all coming to a brink
To swallow us all and drink, just think
How the pandemic showed us all how delicate lives can be
Like Dandelions blowin’ in wild where lions breathe
So any dreams you’ve had that haven’t hatched
Might have to clap and wave goodbye
Just like that, bada boom bada bing
So i say to myself, “if its time for my mother
I hope she doesn’t have to leave
Only getting to see her child sit here
Work himself to death & debris
At least see the joy in my face”
Just one time like the 1st time I blew bubbles
See that passion of mines do more than just put food on the table
Food for thought, food for my ones unable
Cuz it can’t just be this one big cluster fuck of struggles?
If your lucky, to work your psyche to your liking
You’ll get a few winning pieces to solve this wonderful puzzle
Get you a mansion or an indictment on this monopoly board
A jail free card and mood board Carrera Porsche
Cuz living above your means is too enticing, that’s why I’m writing
This is on my lunch break
Working for Bi weekly checks to help pay the rent
And anything else during the month we accumulate
And so I tell myself “I just gotta get through the day”
And pull a fast one, make up for loss potassium

Get a hatch on, before my tires lose tractions
And start comparing my performance and progression on them algorithms
The world is on the edge, can't let my momma only see me
With a W2 for the place I clock in, trying to focus and figure out
When & where did I screw this thing up, to hang on my wall
And stare at my wrongs, at this point
I’m even questioning my role in the art
Is it worth the battle and all the knives to the heart?
Stab you once, stab you again
At this point, all the stabbings just a tradition
Part of the buisness, I wanna spit it all out before my visit
Concludes, beyond questions like who is this dude?
Beyond a look or two
Beyond the milky the way , I’m tryna get in contact with from my booth
Trying to get in contact with a higher voltage
Higher wattage, a much higher dialogue
Whatever’s going on here on earth is not worth me expanding on
I’m tryin to talk to god, let’s see what time he on