RebelRabble's Flow

When I was born, I was weightless
now my credentials span sixty pages
payin taxes on my wages
proof of wealth in bank statements
piles o’ files n ownership papers
another day another form
oh lord, how I hate this

poring over guidelines with a fine toothed comb
got three countries that I call home
bullshit beaurocracy takin its toll
trying to control through rigamarole
explain info like I’m told e’rytime I take a plane
mish-mash past irks me like a stain
castin doubt in clear skies, acid rain
seeped into my brain
made membrane insane

grilled at the border cos I forgot the time
forgot to submit fingerprints online
distressed n dejected
a mess n rejected
soul inspected
identity, neglected
who’da thought a mirror
can’t even prove what’s reflected?

-RebelRabble’s Verbal Flow