The world does'nt care,we make joke's out of broke folk's,and comedy out of poverty,we need to find ourselve's a better hobby,what if it was you dying on a street,what if it was your mother crying cause she just got beat,it's not right,we live in silence in fear of violence,we walk by when a stranger's in danger,we get off on the pain that we see,but our amusement is another person's mysery,we're in urgent need,we need to feed our seed's,or have them grow up glorifying the gloomy street's,it's your choice and i can't make it,i'm so tired of the violence but we can change it,i know it's a strange world but together we can make it.
