Listen— My cognition in fragments, dimensions collide,Simulation suspicion got the truth multiplied.Politicians fabricate, then they televised grief,Sell obedience as safety, call compliance belief. I’ve seen parasites drain every decent soul dry,Predatory personalities dressed in a lie.They stole from my space, stole peace from my head,Now I calculate vengeance by surviving instead. Checkmate—strategic, I don’t move without reason,Every betrayal turned my heart into treason.Devil want dominion, try to poison my fate,But God gave me stamina—I refuse to break. I cultivated green just to silence the static,Crack made the suffering erratic, volcanic.Meth had my nervous system wired to collapse,Now I’m fighting for the life that addiction kidnaps. Bipolar weather, euphoria then desolation,Depression turn a bedroom into incarceration.Some nights I don’t want death, I just don’t want pain,But my three dogs look at me—I get up again. They got more loyalty than most people breathe,Humans use good hearts, then they smile when they leave.I lost loved ones to drugs, watched the reaper collect,Now I carry their absence like a permanent debt. The vast majority follow whatever they’re fed,Reciting the script with no thought in their head.I question the system, the propaganda machine,While corruption get polished and presented pristine. I don’t claim every shadow got a monster inside,But I know power lies when it got something to hide.I’m awake to the damage, to the methods, the games,To the wolves wearing virtue and exploiting our names. The goat on the mountain, I’m ascending through hate,Every thief, every user, every fake—too late.Forget every person who delighted in pain,I’m not begging for mercy—I’m evolving through flames. God over darkness, grief overthrown,I built a kingdom from the ruins they’ve known.They tried to erase me, diminish my name—I’m still standing at the board. Checkmate