What is wrong with the society of today?

What is wrong with the society of today?
Doesn’t anyone give a f*ck about what I have to say!?

I hope this opens your eyes
And you realise
What we’ve let ourselves into
By taking part of this society that is so screwed.
I’m trying to rap it
'Cause I’m not brave enough to say it;
Maybe like this people will read it
Even though they won’t take any notice of it…

Go into town
Have a walk around
All you have to do is to be ‘normal’
No-one cares if you’re respectful.
‘cause
Trying to be ‘perfect’
Is the most important thing
Who cares about health?
All is good if you’re not ‘ming’…
They think it’s ‘cool’
To make people drool
But they are unaware
That it’s unfair
For people that don’t enter the game
Who are left out and considered lame.

And what gets me is children
Being brought up to look good
Like those people that are heroes for them
teaching them the wrong things and not ones that they should
Like studying to make sure you have a good future,
Or enjoying yourself without killing yourself at least in summer!
But no, even from an early age
It seems like they’re inside a cage
Where all they can worry about
Is laughing at people that are less physically attractive…
That they have a life is something I doubt,
But it seems like these people just don’t give…

People with an illness
Or that suffer a disease,
They make fun of all this
When those people are hurt with ease.

Get on a moped at 14,
Have an accident and claim it’s the road’s fault
For not being clean
Or there wasn’t enough asphalt.
Don’t you think
It could have been caused by all the drink
You’d had an hour earlier
Or by the fact that you got a moped you didn’t know how to steer?
Although the other theory
Speaks quite clearly
Maybe it was the weight of both of you?
Don’t worry, it’s something normal to do
When you don’t take any notice of the traffic lights
Cause your b*tch thinks slowing down bites.

Soz but there’s no other word
If you want to get your voice heard
You have to be severe,
Isn’t that right, dear?
What would your parents say
If they knew you were getting raped every day?
‘No, he’s not like the other perverts,
he loves me for who I am and tells the truth even though it hurts.’
Well don’t come crying to me
If he’s not as nice as you thought he would be,
Nor when he drugs you
And makes you do things you don’t want to do.
Being popular is at a high price
And I don’t want to pay it,
I’d rather be quiet and nice
Than an dirty-minded little git.

Maybe I’m just jelous
For not killing myself daily
Oh come on! Please be serious
I’m not a masochist like they may be!
Alcohol, tobacco… It’s all the same
A shame these people think it’s only a game.
They’ll soon realise when they’re suffering from a serious illness
That it’s too late,
but all they can do is wait
knowing that their life has been wasted and that it’s now time for an eternal rest.

Thankfully not everyone has entered the game,
And that’ll always remain the same.
I know a few people who think the same as me
Although maybe not so radically…
I’m sure there are more people out there
But unfortunately we can’t but stand and stare.
Hopefully someday we’ll be able to do something
Apart from rap and live silently
To change everything
And live happily.

Sumacol

Edit = Spelling... thanks to The Fire Princess for pointing the mistakes out.