AmERIKA

In GOD I Trust to reconstruct this conduct, of mistrust, engulfed with corrupt stunts, unwilling to adjust my lusts I convulsed, repulsed by disgust always in a rut, stuffed full of pain, it remains the same, feeling insane while living in vain, cocaine became domain, things began to change, unexplained, I disengaged the rage, and then decided to pray, for God WILL make a way, of course I must obey, for this is not a game, someday we'll all have to explain, the error of our ways.