Here’s another teen angst
Where the hero dies
The villain prevails once again this time
The innocent back away and are forced to look into his eyes
Be afraid
And lose all that they claim

Where the single mother who has two jobs
Works her ass off to meet ends meet
Is forced out her home and on to the cold streets
With her child in one hand and possessions in the other
Where her little girl is asking “Why? Why us?” To her brother
Where the phrase “We the people…” doesn’t hold true

Because we are separated with the child with food stamps and the one with a
silver spoon
Where rich and poor
Race and shape
All these factors come into play
Where we are judge and stereotyped by followers with change coming out there
gouged eyes

And death of our mothers
Families we may love and hate wouldn’t matter to the big man’s way
Where greed is essential to the place we live
And the upper class goes and bullies the poor kid
Where there’s no rags to riches story
A miracle to give us hope

There is no family sitting together
In a room talking about the weather or events that occur in the news
Where the daughter is beautiful
Son is a jock
The parents are married and share a piece of stock
And they sit together playing Yatzee or the mother is baking a warm apple
pie

These are countless fallacies
Just ignorant lies
In the real world the parents are split apart

The daughter who is constantly opening her legs like a street hore day by
day
With those short mini’s and her chest hanging out
Exposing everything so all the guys know what she’s about
And meets some guy with the same excuse
How would you like to leave this place so I can know more about you?
She giggles and laughs and you know what happens next
Once the door is open she ends up having sex
The guy leaves and never comes back
She wakes up nauseous and starts to throw up
Who could have guess that she would have been knocked up
Not knowing who’s the dad?
How this happened?
Why it had to be here?
Where to get the money to even support her?

And the son is a criminal roaming the streets
Making drug deals with dirty drug beats
Who somehow gets caught and thrown away
Because his partner wanted to save his own ass
And do something with his life besides standing in the corner with a forty
and a bag of dime

And the father is a worthless drunk
Who passes out in there sala and his breath filled with the scent of rum
Where his friends all left him because he was too wild
So he claims he gets good company from Jack Daniel and good old bud light
That they sit together laughing and smoking cigars
Saying they provide some much for there family and oh look what they’ve
done
They don’t appreciate us not even their own son
But he talks to himself to pass the time thinking he is in the company of
the friends in his mind

And the mother is not better than the daughter herself
Every night a different man all with the same plans
To do the dirty and leave without a trace
While she continues to go on this rampage
Ignoring all her love ones cry and pleas
Never noticing the destructive path she has chosen to fill her suffering

I guess when people assume this is the American dream
That everyone got to be living the same thing
The streets are paved with gold and poverty is gone without a trace
That everyone is happy and constantly has a smile on there face
But all this is an just another lie
Our past time to show others we aren’t fuck ups all the time
But all we do is grab them and slowly break them away
Make the crumble day by day
Till they finally fall victim
Lose it all to Mr. Benjamin and all its flaws

 
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