Chris Speaks

We can't live anymore cause this life is a dream Cops get all the money giving drugs to the teens But it seems In this generation we're frozen And if you've done wrong as if you were chosen Chosen by who That's for you to assume Men give their life to women from the scent of their perfume Some men give their life to drugs cause they want to be thugs They keep their heads up but never look above But can't survive the streets cause they're just like the bugs Short lifespan Gahdamn I'm glad to make it My momma ain't to blame She's the one I give credit to So why do we blame the ones who have once carried you This life is underrated I don't want to see it in its prime A lot of people gone be fine A lot gone be left behind No one to look to only supporters within it's spine How can you do good in a horrible situation Why does this government give drugs to the nation As an occupation No sedation Black Asian Hispanic Caucasian We're all races from different places that made us No one's to blame us I've learn no matter what you do or say All this shit means nothing Apparently it's just a game we play What's real what's not Who to live for Who not All the questions we ponder about And never get the right answer And end up in the worst spot