Society if you listening … listen to this
As I write I think about those, basically people out there on the streets
And I wonder how it feels to be defeat , falling of your feet , on to the
Cold concrete.
What is love ?
Isn’t everybody loved ? And if so why do some people look as though
No one ever cared ? Or maybe for them no one was ever there .
Why is it easy for me to write and expressed ? But why when I write do
I feel depressed? Why do I close myself up into a room in which I’m all
Alone ? Not at all am I alert to the surroundings of my home .
Please lets not talk about race because if its an equal society , How come
Some win , some succeed leaving behind others falling upon their knees ?
How come I don’t give a damn about shit ? The ones I love somehow to
Me still don’t exist .
Someone tell me what are the hardships to living . You get rich while trying
To continue living . I say try because shit… its hard .
Most places you got to pray just to go to the store up to God.
Define NIGGA for me somebody please , how the hell are we , better yet have
We become so ignorant in which to the point we’re just fucking dumb ?
Everybody’s caught up in the mist of rocking the same shit and we all sing the same
Song: MONKEY SEE MONKEY TO THE MOTHERFUCKING DO!!! Everything
We see we attempt to do .
Why do people do crack? Well its so damn hard to get by we need some shit to release
The stress. Its so easy to shoot it in our veins , racing to our heart, pumping adrenaline through
Our chest.
Fuck the world
“I’m about getting money”, one brother say . And he don’t mind killing anyone who gets in his way.
My mother is a nurse my dad was a doctor , hell my fam must be rich ! Nah!!! Fuck that we ain’t got shitAnd I write this poem for the people out on the struggle to fatten their pockets , for the people so afraid they
Keep a gun on their locks, in their trunks , for the sisters with the big humps , and for those who don’t have shit instead they hold on to one wish . For the sons playing ball in the back yards by themselves because Bitch ass daddy was never there . For the crack babies ashamed of their mothers . Its not moms fault its just the fact society and life is a bitch and if you don’t live then you better sure as hell
Die rich .
As I write I think about those, basically people out there on the streets
And I wonder how it feels to be defeat , falling of your feet , on to the
Cold concrete.
What is love ?
Isn’t everybody loved ? And if so why do some people look as though
No one ever cared ? Or maybe for them no one was ever there .
Why is it easy for me to write and expressed ? But why when I write do
I feel depressed? Why do I close myself up into a room in which I’m all
Alone ? Not at all am I alert to the surroundings of my home .
Please lets not talk about race because if its an equal society , How come
Some win , some succeed leaving behind others falling upon their knees ?
How come I don’t give a damn about shit ? The ones I love somehow to
Me still don’t exist .
Someone tell me what are the hardships to living . You get rich while trying
To continue living . I say try because shit… its hard .
Most places you got to pray just to go to the store up to God.
Define NIGGA for me somebody please , how the hell are we , better yet have
We become so ignorant in which to the point we’re just fucking dumb ?
Everybody’s caught up in the mist of rocking the same shit and we all sing the same
Song: MONKEY SEE MONKEY TO THE MOTHERFUCKING DO!!! Everything
We see we attempt to do .
Why do people do crack? Well its so damn hard to get by we need some shit to release
The stress. Its so easy to shoot it in our veins , racing to our heart, pumping adrenaline through
Our chest.
Fuck the world
“I’m about getting money”, one brother say . And he don’t mind killing anyone who gets in his way.
My mother is a nurse my dad was a doctor , hell my fam must be rich ! Nah!!! Fuck that we ain’t got shitAnd I write this poem for the people out on the struggle to fatten their pockets , for the people so afraid they
Keep a gun on their locks, in their trunks , for the sisters with the big humps , and for those who don’t have shit instead they hold on to one wish . For the sons playing ball in the back yards by themselves because Bitch ass daddy was never there . For the crack babies ashamed of their mothers . Its not moms fault its just the fact society and life is a bitch and if you don’t live then you better sure as hell
Die rich .
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