Our Last Chance

The outside world is a jail cell.
Rotten, polluted air is the smell.
Out of control and burning like hell.
Mindless muthaphuckaz destroying their own home.
Savages, eyes red and a mouth full of foam.
All this kills me, I don't even wanna look.
Everyone quick to open fire but can't open a book.
I'm away from the world in my mind.
Don't get it twisted.
I'm not trying to whine.
I just don't wanna look at the obituaries and see another kid listed.
Open your eyes-
and analyze-
this shyt next time you walk down your street.
I won't be surprised if the next generation is full of dead beats.
I'll put it on me.
#1 responsibility-
don't be apart of this youth's downfall.
I won't end up dead or between metal bars and a three sided wall.
Won't get caught up w/ drugs.
Won't beg for change at the mall.
Do what I can to reach my goal.
Got my faith back cause I know God didn't make me a purposeless soul.
Writing this poetry is like blowing my brains out.
Cause when my brains is exposed you could see what I'm thinking about.
So just stop, take a second and think.
If we all did, all the violence,killings and bullshyt would sink.
This time I'm not asking peers for peace, this time its a demand.
I'm not just asking the youth, we all gotta take a stand.
Women and man.
Little boy and little girl.
Our time is running out, so act quick to cure the world.