"Kill Our Demons"

Mom cries in the bedroom praying for better

Eyes too tired to stop the tears 

Falling on unforgiving red letters 

Ink running through the paper like bloody footprints 

Bla(n)ck  runs past cop 

Do you really need a hint? 

Shit's getting redundant 

Between politicking and red tape 

Invisible shackles in the United Police States

Thought there was no escape

Loud to drown my pain

Loud music to drown screams

Another body slain

J.Cole touching my soul

Speakin' of a cold world

Rhythm And Poetry I relate to

Realizin' poetry ain't just for Angelou

Big stress on this little block

Guns cock and pills pop

Going to school don't make it stop

But when Cole rapped to people who live in adversity

I felt armed to fight the emotional poverty

Like I could really save my principality

What did Jermaine do for me?

Nothing short of everything