Untitled mic drop

I don't know what it's like
For everything to go right
For 30 years I'd wake up
Ready for a fist fight
This junk in my head
It's weighing me down
I can't let go cuz I can't remember
But every now and then
I get a piece and it knocks me down

I feel like a punching clown
People push me around
Tell me I'm no good
Because I'm disabled or I was born in the hood
Go ahead and take my shoes
Walk 2 moons and I bet you'll come back bruised
If at all
And if not good riddance
I don't really care you already paid my pittance
If not
You're already wearing my shoes
So if that's the case I question the hate you spew
Do you have a brain left?
Or did they take that too?

The division can be felt on every incision
They separate us like flesh
With images and religions
Problem is it works and always has
After 5000 years I'd think you'd fight back
Your books even warn of the pharoahs and Kings
Who did the same thing
But you forget the sting
This isn't against religion specifically
God is great
But the church is causing a lack of serendipity
Humans are the problem and they always have been
You forget your lessons even as you teach them
A virus with shoes and we're an epidemic
But at the same time I think it's just systemic
Educate the people
Stop giving to the rich
And maybe in 30 years
We won't be a government bitch