Conflicted

I'm bouta throw up I'm bout to make the beat blow up I'm feeling sicker than ever I never know what I'm doing Driving late night Under influence Ain't talking bout no alcohol I'm talking bout confusion With life I'm scared of the darkness Stay in the light But never to bright Cause I don't be sleeping Hurting my eyes Cause I be asking to many Questions what when and why Praying up to god Cause I don't really die Cause I don't really know what's up in the Up in the sky Like I'm sam cooke Wonder bout life beyond the stars Cause life be feeling hard I hope it's easier to walk I hope there be some light To help accompany the dark I feel conflicted And confined I'm running outta time I need some time process Fore I really lose my mind I guess I'm feeling Fine And everything's okay But tell me why sometimes I just be feeling outta place And I can't trust nobody Cause they lie right to my face And I'm running outta words Cause I don't got nothing to say And I feel like everything That we be doing Just a game You make it or ya don't You either fold Or you can change I see to many people Blame position on they pain And life ain't really nothing If you can't be entertained You just sit around Looking at the these people Like they crazy And black people so broke But we just love to drive Mercedes We die for the block But never live for the babies We fell for the Fell for the Crack in the 80s We shot our own spot With the guns that they gave us Enslaved us It's hurts when you see How they repaid us And no one can believe it Till they read it out the paper Or see it on they phone Cause nobody is capable of Thinking on they own