I Wish I Had A Street Corner To Stand On So I Could Rap This Around Your Face

So now i've started feeling the pain.
It's grip of grief wrapped 'round me.
Strapped here to ground me.
And i'll tell you again i'd rather sit in the rain than try to refrain
from staring into the cause of my pain.
How much i wish to be full of grace,
right at the moment,
right at this place,
this era,
this time.
Whats your punishment for commiting this crime.
You're afraid there's no escape from this game,
but i'm afraid the only way to escape from this place is to
harden my face,
forget your embrace,
and pretend that someday i'll understand.
You'll go on to pretend
you're so grand.
You're great,
but your crumbling,
stumbling;
You can't seem to find a lightswitch,
and so you'll keep on fumbling.
Just remember,
theres no escape from that which you create,
and you created all these blocked escapes.
Nailed up the doorways with your fake inalienability.
So when you realize you've no escape
excuse me for my incivility,
as i smile,
and turn away.