#raps Ukraine state of mind:One may get hit by a missile or mobilizedI lay with these thoughts as they creepTrying to sleep. The fear either disappearsOr multiplies. It's streets in misrepair andCorrupt fucks don't care. I'm done here — Still cannot leave for the sake of itBorders closed. Not the order we choseNo-one follows the folks except for the rate of itAnd the stakes are lit. Number of the bodiesReminds me of the bar by Boldy about theSlumber party. It's thunder probably(Or a drone? Or something?) Am I strong?Or bluffing? Am I gone? It's troubling — Depersonalisation is real. I rehearse concentrationAnd go on with the utility bill — still it's the thrillFor many. Not for me though — Life is parallel to hell — but I must maintainAnd live prosperous. Like my pops — adjustLast week a Lightning hit the building I live inIt's frightening. I don't know anymore what I believe inRaw facts. Stroll across these raps — And find out. It's a fine bout of rhyme sproutI guess. I just need some rest — hopingI don't bleed out my chest. Pray it stays OK tonightWhen I'm in a Ukraine state of mindUkraine state of mind, yo (x2)https://youtu.be/5MXi1-zYIkc?si=RSNS6o3nAUiP63yX