This Game Poem by Steven Fernandez

Iwill come to a conclusion
That this is MY mental confusion
Shower me with your words of knives
Ive already stood up against the broken system twice
Do I return back to my depths
Farther in the merky waters is that the next step?
Am I your back bonee which leads you to your broken home
Lets redig your watery gravee Look what Ihave found
Along with thiss bitter tasttee Reset your municpal waste
We ended our differencess forever we search for change
Im with my mental high thats the reason you hide inside
This dont lay off dont fadee Ure still messing with me in this game
These are my truest thoughtss thats part the reason why Ifought
Im walking with you your my dead
Settled through these crazy days Im way over my head
Ihave fast forgivness Im your death your my witness
My fast life shatters but nothing else matters
When Im out at war with other soldiers
Hoping Ican make it through this battle field to hold her
You cant escape fait or trade my places
Ohh yeah where back on this rocky roadd
Im weighed down with this load
Cant you see that sign no trucks over two tons
Your words make me grunt the teeth that represents this beef
Your my trouble with these drugs
Your the reason for our uncondtional lovee