Invention.

Bloodshed and knife crime,
I wish investors would give me more time.
A perfect ideology ghosted by most,
I promise you this is the greatest project I'll ever host.
Police sirens constantly blaring in the hood,
we are just young youths that are misunderstood.
I want to put my mother into retirement,
So I will always work hard to all the requirements.
The system isn't build to make me win,
so I have to carry on and substain with maintence.
I wasn't born to riches I never got the paper dream.
I won't stop pushing my invention,
I know it's from another dimension.
Panic haunts my soul I won't ever make it out,
But we grind on and on to escape this clout.