Frustrated

Time is taking a tour of my life,
These days keep passing me by,
Trying to figure why,
And where my destination lies,
God, please hear these cries,
I want to be able to win and not loose
I'm accused of being confused,
Yet I refuse to be abused,
…my rules I want to bend,
I want to improve, my body and strength,
Be who I want to be, even if they say “you can't”
I don't need ignorant people to make me understand,
I just want to use my knowledge—go to college,
Make my parents proud of me and show her what I've accomplished,
Before I vanish from a world that's trying to take advantage—of me,
That's why I cry to thee,
So please Lord, Help me,
Lead me to the road that Aisha and Mariama went,
Lead me to the road that the prophets were sent,
Please --I'm here on my knees, beggin',
Praying to you every day that I can,
So I can be the one promised to go to heaven,
I try so hard, not to be too far,
Pray for those that live in a world of scar,
Those innocent Muslims behind the bar,
Send them help to survive the war,
They show mercy-when Tsunami hits innocent victims,
But I guess it's different -when you're killing -innocent Muslims,
My rhymes --last like chronic,
I vomit --every time I hear politics
So this I skip,
Matter fact,
F--k it,
This world is so corrupted,
Its ignorant people and their dumb shit,
Though I wished I could have changed it,
I can't take it,
But I hope I can make it. (Difference)