Too much violence in the air I could hardly see through the tuff smoke

I choke off gun smoke that enters my throat

Filling up my lungs making my heart beat faster

My life is on the line, can anyone help me breath or

Does it take more then please; maybe I should just cut myself and bleed

I'm my own enemy now wanting to harm myself

I do sound like some type of psycho clown that walks around all day with a frown,

My life is on the line regardless of what decision I make

I take in nonsense to get some help and I fake

I'm trapped behind the crossfire of gun shooting, stabbing, air polluting

Intruding, not to mention dealing with peoples delusions,

I don't want to close my eyes and rest, I want to do my best and get pass this mess,

Listen to what I'm saying, I'm praying to defeat this fight with all my might

I ran much more beyond the battle

Joyfully being fond of myself, I shouted out with glee, peace to all my enemies...