Its funny how little things are made to seem so damn important, but
Aren't.
They say, "I'm gonna die", or cant live without it, But can.
No remorse, No morals, No rhythm to their rhyme, So Sad.
I wonder what type of person they'd be if half them had a dad, Too
bad.
Hate is the common feeling, of all the youth today, No love.
Overwhelming, Consuming, nothing left but shreds, Big Mess.
If they only knew what I know, they would have the key, So Free.
Instead they are enslaved, by lust and poverty. Locked up.
A never-ending cycle, of true stupidity. No change.
My sole and only wish, for all humanity. Would be.
That they could feel the love, I share with my family. At home.
 
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