What is this world?

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What has our generation come to?

Our lives consist of money drugs sex nothing true

Even if we want to live simple

Money we need that just to survive a little

We stress about cash flow

We can try not to but we always stressin over some hoe

This is where the drugs come into play

What ever we choose, feels like it gets us through the day

Shopping, food, lust, sex, "love", pills, and weed

Whatever your addiction, whatever you feel you need

Why do we do this

Put our selfs in the pits

I can't get over the fact

That they pass these kids who fail the damn FCAT

We're supposto help our children

Not let them run wild and sin

Their crying out for our help

That's why they throw fits and yell

Babies havin babies can't even help themselfs

These kids are raising themselfs

Seems like we're to far gone

The whole world is wrong

Even in the churches

Where your supposto be safe a worship

Everything is screwed up

Our government just runs a muck

We choose to idolize people

But fail to see our selfs as equals

They have or had the same blood

They all have felt the same hate and love

So insted of looking at them in amazement

Just because their famous

See that as yourself

You can change the world without wealth

You get out what you put in

&&if your being true you'll always win

No matter what anyone says

Just go your own way

Be happy and free

True, that's not always me

Honestly, yea you'll fall

But your gunna survive through it all

Love yourself

If not no one else

We're all hurt

Feels like there's nothing worse

But there's always better

Forget them people with the "cheddar"

Cause all that money it dosent help your soul

It actually has some typa hold

I see these rich folk

They see life as a joke

To busy

To really see

The beauty's of life

Everything's in sight

To much inside

To go explore all the world has to hide

Stress about the new thing

Or which wife has the biggest ring

Nothing that honestly makes their heart sing

They look at me

They say poor old she

Living in a "beat up home"

Still rockin the same ol phone

But it's me who feels sad

Writing on this pad

Nothing can compare to this inner peace

I have right now sitting on this beach