On my mind

The tension is hyper
This shit wears no diaper
The pain of the masses,
Chopping off heads and asses
Our world shoved by spiritual forces
Families are yoked,
In generational curses.
This isn’t a mirage
Living is the misery
While death is a mystery
Do we live to die? Do we die to live?
If goodness doesn’t pay, why then do we give?
God is King but the Devil rules, right?
So many hows and so many whys
But the answers still wear question marks

Tochi