Your Mental

You're Mental.

Budget cuts are needed
Crooks and crime
Crimes are getting heavy
Crooks are getting time1
These people aren't sick
They just poor out they mind
Heavily medicated
Your crew gotchu manipulated
New York steez is overrated
Bills to make
Bills to cut
The city of dreams is out of luck
Begging for a quick buck
In the streets

Walking high on two feet
With a cig in each pocket
Lean walking
The money you baggin
Got us toe taggin
You the man and you all that?
And you mean to tell me you need help
You mean to tell me you need help?
Now that's mental

Sit outside your porch what's new in these streets
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 flamin lock it
Pass the joint

Don't dare to drop it

Faith can’t help these people out anymore
Little junior might need to grow sum more
Cool kids on the block might need to drop it more
Crazy Joe needs a place called home
Our community needs to care sum more
This community needs help but they're not mental
Quick pills to take the eaz, get rid of the 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 hell
It's simply not your fault
Its poverty
To think you're ill is a mockery
Just keep thinking one day you will get out of 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 ill
not stuck in poverty
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
Hunger is not a problem
Admirable intoxication
Is what build this nation
The world domination
The world is our creation
The matrix
And kill the ill give me eaz
Just take the blue pill
Im 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 need 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 was mental illness. In this poem, I wanted to take the persona of 3 different characters. In the first stanza, I took the persona of a senator. This senator was talking with ignorance as he cuts the bills and doesn't allow people to get mentally treated. The second stanza talks about the persona of a whole community. In this stanza, I talk about how the community is not willing to get treated and just believe the reason they are there is because of poverty. The last stanza I took the persona of a boy. This boy was also ignorant of what he was feeling, he lived in the community of the second stanza. This boy was a person who actually dealt with mental illness he lived his life trying to be normal as the other boys but struggled to ask for help until he gave in as I stated "God please save my soul I'm not worthy but this little boy needs sum lovin too". This represents how he was done with being ignorant and ignoring his issues and ask for help.