The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,

The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,

Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,

These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,

They act like there's no God, then use HIS Name in vain,

Y'all are really punks, y'all are lions with no mane,

Shooting up more people than Billie Holiday shot up her vein,

You just don't realize that you're a slave, only you're mentally chained,

You'll never be set free unless these things change,

I'm gonna end this poem because I'm in every way drained,

Live up to your potential, don't put yourself in vain.