a reflection of the youth in a mist of turmoil |
Who is to blame for the destruction of the mind? we might as well arrest ourselves and do the time though we reject the truth because we human hopefully one day the truth will be accepted before we reach our ruin. We look and search for something to satisfy our hunger instead of being buried six feet under every other day another lady gives birth to a baby so from across the sea we jump into another form of slavery. When pressure arrives our back's gets pressed against the wall we could be great or continue to blame politics for our fall and the world becomes much worse along with the cap and gown is a hearse. Open your ears in your youthful years have the desire to be great but be persistent unlike politics and hypocrites who don't like to listen stay on the path and observe trouble from a distance. So many people pray for world peace but we as the next generation must end the war in the streets let us pray until we bleed on bended knees lord have mercy on your scattered seeds. We buy more caskets than cap and and gowns instead of looking up our faces are pointed towards the ground as red blood turns brown, the more corrupt we hear the truth the more corrupt we become as a youth. |