Too lazy or just too busy to listen
won’t even pay attention to their affection
love being played with hate
guns making wars
while killing tomorrow’s fate
taking the kids of yesterday
to make kings of today
wondering why
shit wondering why you have to get up every morning
just to work for another guy for another day for low pay
maintaining a 4.0 gpa while on the streets trying to get some more pay
and still getting chewed out by pops every single day for being late
wondering if this world is right for you
wondering if this knife is right for you
killing yourself to only end up in another life on a different day
while still looking at the pain from yesterday
but wanting to make a new you
guns being played
but still you wanna play the fool
another life gone
another man taking his tole
another day getting words from the over taken society
which of whom, got you in the place you remain in to this day
trying to fight, but never too win, while stuck at home on the porch stuck with a pen
and once again writing yet another poem about then which is really now
but stuck again cause your friend is dead
cause you were having fun with that bullet you thought was your friend
but as time continue to fall at your pen
will you just sit and let it all end?
