Livin Today Poem by Ique martin

A saint or sinner, a halo or horns
Not the way you were born
The way ya goin, don’t get caught alone
In a foreign land wit no help at hand
Ya an enemy in a society that don’t live on sobriety
Lovin variety, inflictin agony, smilin sagely
The price n wage of infamy
Today its sentry duty, the lookout kid
Ya way of gettin in wit the Bigs
Wallowin in, wit the dregs, followin the regs
Ya a mutton head, lookin to be crowned
Not be clowned, lookin to hang around, down for whatever
Pullin a trigger, ya aint too clever
Now a brothas got a lever, holdin you in place
Put ya in a space where ya a Pavlova, conditioned
To be a robot, settin ya up for 3 meals n a cot
In a tight spot, what a tough lot, ya couldn’t, wouldn’t
Do 9-5, now how are ya gonna survive 5-9
Losin ya mind, drownin in grime, no time but to deal wit slime
Ya got no rhythm, bad decisions, got no rhyme
Will ya do that dime, bad behavior, no favor
Hard labor, the life of a gangsta, pranked n punked
Got jumped in, dyin is the only way out
Ya fam gives ya clout, not bein too bright, ya can’t figure it out
This life aint for you, but what else are ya gonna do
That opportunity an education escaped you
Cause ya didn’t believe what they was tellin you was true
The method of madness in operation is supposed
To guide ya to, thru inspiration, wit a concentration in common sense
Ya could be minced, a mense or a genius
Nobody’ll ever know cause ya blew it
Caught up in gun play, chasin, catchin babes
Gettin slayed cause neither knows how to behave
Bein a slave to a vertical smile, suicidal if they push you away
This is everyday like a favorite movie
Just press play, let it unfold, this is ya goal ya know ya role
Like them pole dancers, everybody’s in love wit the action
Pseudo satisfaction til ya get a reaction
Ya allergic to penicillin, whose the villain
The situation, you or ignorance, or all rolled into 1
Whether or not ya havin fun, it’s daily like carryin a gun
Wit that aint no real conversations or confrontations
It’s a great persuader, sometimes a life savor
Ya already know it’s a life taker, you aint no creator
You can paint a picture, give it texture
Ya can’t measure bein a monster or taste the flavor
Of the Supreme, ya just a beast in baggy jeans
Wit some waves, a child playin in a Man’s Game
Tryin to stake a claim on some fame
That depends on ya aim, if ya sane
Whose the blame for the way ya be
You, ya parents or society
Are ya just lazy or a little crazy
The ins n outs become hazy blazin
Raisin hell locked in a mental cell
No way to jell, livin today, everyday in a fishbowl
I wish ya well.