white cliff's of dover

Been a while and a half since i wrote a rhyme
Feel myself spending time with people i know i shouldn't
Their my mates
Full blown no rates charged
Just time with each other
Try to spend time with my brother
Cause he's blood not like the other's

I relate to getting slated
And hated apon
When you have the last word feels like you've won
But thats not who i want to be
That ain't who i'm meant to be
I'm meant to have a voice for those who are silent
Put my energy into use
The mental health system is bent
But we only rent their time
Then they change your CPN
Then you feel numb

They didn't read your file
They have too many all piled up
They are over worked an all
But they still get to walk in their hall
And think my works done for today
But for us it's an all day battle
We don't say when it's over
Feel like heading to the white cliffs of dover
But i've never been much of a mover

Take this pain from my friends god and i'll bare their scars
From crashing cars
To taking bars
Let me take all the pain to mars
Return and be like there boy's done you a good turn
I hope your stomach doesn't churn
But i've been to rock bottom
I ain't gonna say what i done
But it would make some people run
Now let's get back to life and enjoy the rest of the so called fun