Count my blessings yes
Also can't help but count rejections
All the oppression and destress
Built up like bad credit
I’m sick of asking for help
Sick of not being able to get it
Sick of empty sentiments
Just layering on like sediment
Sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
These mick and mire for hire doctors
Wish they’d quit and retire
Like politicians making decisions
That conflict with their own conditions
The only prescription that does anything
No signature required with it.
Can’t intermingle
Who are my own people
Relate to those who struggle
Forget color, race, or gene pools
We equal, get swindle
By a few in collusion
Who've been doing the screwing since
Soon after the constitution writ
"Do your due diligence, get you due"
They said, they full of it
That’s restricted
For specific silver spooner kids
Who complain at non consumers
Like we've got something to give
For useless frivolousness
It's true disillusionment
Pay fair wages
Don't just wage war
Doomsday rakes ruins
Man get what you paid for
Societies stay polluted these days.
To Be Frank: 