Poor Man's Poet

Look up in the sky...its a bird, its a plane
I can't catch my thoughts...i'm going insane
I gotta... stay headly....ahead of the game
Brain freeze brings me down to my knees
I feel like I'm out of my sleeve
Full of style but I lost my steez
Lookin for help...someone help me please
Instead I'm getting bullied by the wind & the breeze
Surrounded by snot nosed people...who care's if I sneeze
Bet if I hechoo I won't get a bless you
Guess that's the society we live in
No sympathy, no empathy, no feelings
I gotta pick MYSELF up, be a strong type of fella
And keep the beat going till it turns acapella