freestyle as i speak

All i wanna do is write this damn poem,
problems, circling my head, next days a challenge, already knowing, I'll be undergoing a showing of mass confusement, "diagnosis of psychosis" "there's no room for improvement"

"get out that frame of mind mike, you sounding a little gloomy, like a forest set on fire or dog left for 15 years, outside with no grooming...

Im illuminating the scenes, I feel ecstatic, so why is life hard so much pressure and over dramatic... everyday waking up into a fight, as though each day I was training to fight karate....

in a compotition to win you have to write about the good and the bad sins, the time you had an angel and times you let the devil in, it's ok you can sit there and grin, I'll still keep talking directly in your direction... 

how you doing did you have a good day, my brain thinks 24/7 about rhyming, im being straight, no lies, every night I'm up till late, words flying in the visions of the soul that portrays a mighty change. Im fed up of lifes ways, honestly I'd rather cause a revolution, sit back and watch the street ignite in flames, were already terrorised everyday until we reach our graves, I've got to dig deep to find my only sane, part of the cranium, that takes awayy my rage.... 

​​​​​​my age... 27, 
​and before I reach heaven, I want to earn 11 mill, spend it on third world countries so they no longer have to be rebels just to get by survive and be level...... in this hellhole