I hate these four walls that surround my room.
Just waiting for someone to put me in my tomb.
Do it quick, Please God I cry.
It makes me wonder why i even try.
To escape the pain the world makes us remember.
This world that knows not the word surrender.
It takes no prisoners and feels no sorrow.
I just keep thinking, Will I make it through tomorrow?
When will this suffrage end?
Where is our only God-send?
When will pain cease to exist,
When will the criminals seem to desist.
Will we ever be free and alright.
I know one thing for certain, it's not tonight.
