SoulChild's Rage

Controlling my rage.
As I unleash on the page.
Don't care about grammar.
As I'm bringing the hammer.
You think you're too cool for school.
3 kids two girls with no job or car.
Oh you're mcdonalds,
You're definitely going far.
Dancing and twerking,
with you butt all out.
Get upset when I guy walks up,
what's that all about.
Whatever do what you do,
But you got a son at the house.
Why is your mom taking care of him,
while your breasts are bouncing out of your blouse.
Why are you sitting there.
Taking care of what's not yours.
Yes it's your grandchild.
But it should be a privilege, not chores.
Why are grandparents,
Raising kids then their kids.
While does only partying,
Go through your head.
You laid down to make it.
So all the head aches you take it.
The bad habits you break it.
A good future, they'll take it.
So simple yet so hard.
Generations that's on guard.
Defending mistakes,
Not owning up at all.
Taking constant shots.
when they don't have ball.
Education, serve the nation.
Do something.
Get a degree,
even if you coming from nothing.
Too many single moms,
Dead beat dads.
And grandparent raised kids,
this is a crisis and sad.
The lack of awareness,
Is what's gotten me mad.
Casual drinking,
and partying to let loose.
That's fine,
Do what you choose.
Try to lock down.
And secure something for your future.
Instead of this nonsense,
we do on our computers.