A Boy Within the System

A Boy Within the System

A boy within
the system
made the boy go crazy
Ima victim of the system
Big man cutting treatment bills from the ill
That's mental
Survival of the fittest
That’s the way they got us livin
Addicted
Liquid pistols and pills
This is how we get committed
system gotchu restricted
Thin white lines
Now your jurisdiction
Turn to crooks that do time
When did we decide
This is a victimless crime
But that's the big man's plan
Keep you weak with a strong extended hand
Bills written in riddles
You misunderstand
Take your right hand
And sit in the witness stand
While the wise man gets tongue taken and tied
Bills get certified
Big man wears power
To hide his vile sty
Making deals with the devil
Roll the 6 sided die
Bills are even
And you’re oddly left with dry bones
mentally acidified

This boy Within
this system
Sees these people
These are the people stuck within this system
Aunt Sally still nagging with a few pumps of oxygen
Little junior taking the wrong path but little junior brings home the dough so he's a fine young man
Crazy old man goes by the name of joe
Joe owns no home
He reeks and sneaks rocks up his nose
Kids on the block knows what's cool
These kids know how to kick it, pop it, and do a flaming lock it
Pass the joint
Don't dare to drop it
This is the system in which we disguise as poverty
Quick pills to take the eaz
Get rid of stress is all they need
This is mental illness, not poverty
These are chains that have not been broken
These are people who have lived unspoken
Brainwashed to believe they need no help
It's not the system
It's poverty
To think your ill is a mockery
Just keep thinking one day you will win the lottery
Say goodbye to poverty
Live a long healthy life
Only to find out
I'm back to the same chain
Wondering why it is this way
But all along you were stuck within
the system
not poverty

I'm the boy within
This system
The boy that's sick
Not mental
Loudspeakers keeps the voices away
Baggy trus white tee glistening shoes keeps me cool
And keeps the abnormality away
Fed with lies and hypnotized life scares the hunger away
Boxes of antioxidants don't make me obey
I'm Delusional
Amphetamine got the best of me
Blurry vision
Got me
straight trippin
Hope the prayers start kickin
Admirable intoxication
Is what build this nation
The world domination
The world is our creation
The matrix
kill the ill give me eaz
Just take the blue pill
I'm mental
Hard to say
The red pill is existential
My demons write my future
Erase my brain with a pencil
I'm fed up
Choked up
Knees shake
Eye roll
God, please
Save my soul
I'm begging you
I'm not worthy
But this little boy needs sum lovin too
Good kid M.A.A.D city
Made the good kid cruel
I'm not ill,
I'm just sick of the same old stew
Same cig don't wanna light up too
Ignorance is bliss
Until the demons take that too
I'm gone
I'm not mental

I'm just sick

My political issue is mental illness. In this poem, I take on the point of view of a, "A boy within the system."In the first second stanza, I observe the community has this brainwashed concept of not needing the help that this bill is taking from them. The third stanza provides insight on how the boy feels in the system, that being stuck. Through the poem, I provide sensory images, slant rhyme, perfect rhyme, rhythm, multisyllabic rhyme, anaphora, as windows to the point of view of the community ad the boy. The volume/ cadence changes in the last stanza when presented the dialogue of "demons".