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Loveless Future
So many toy soldiers just like Eminems flow, the evil corrupts their life and decides when and where they go, so many have fallen tragickly, no chance to learn or grow, others confused and scattered like a dust storms steady blow/ violence, riches, dope and bitches, never satisfied cuz thug lifes full of glitches/ the fatherless always seeking to plug up the misery always leaking, behind tough talk and mean muggs, hear their inner child speaking/ born innocent and vulnerable with so much love to give, mommy busy chasing everything but her angel sleeping in that crib/ childhood spent fighting to make it through trauma, by teenage years, numbed to the daily drama/ having no understanding of a family's bond or ways, leading to a cycle of unwanted babies conceived in a inebriated haze/ babys daddys, babys mamas, welfare and foster care, children bumped around used to no one being there/ a pattern passed down, each generation a little worse, when did it become normal to end a fist fight in a hearse?/ Why are youngsters only options to flip burgers or sell dope? Why so many kids risking their lives? Cuz in minimum wage lies no hope/ from the side of town where most are brown to the gated communities where rich kids wanna be "down", theres a common bond, a syncronized sound, and its the patter of bitter tears hitting the ground/ its the cries of babies having babies with no way out, its an attention starved young man killing for street fame, money and clout/ its the sound of dying without ever being loved, this is the fate of our children, wether school boy or street thug/ Humans are no better than animals, cuz even beasts look out for their own, nobodies looking out for our youth so in prison yards they roam, robbing houses cuz they never had a home, think of that next time a little inconvienence makes you groan/ when foreign countries have disasters everyone pulls together to help, yet they cant come together to stop a generations genocide, in the land of freedom and wealth/ prisons packed full of bright men and women victims of misdirected ambition, dull, tarnished and dirty they appear, but polished mentalities can still glisten, instead of grabbing your purse when you pass them, mentor care and listen, no matter the age, race, hood or rap sheet, theres always room to give em what theyve been missing. |