Its Hard Out Here Part 2

In high school, we dread for some cool friends even if it means to sin.

We want to fit in doing drugs, selling dope.

Thinks its all cool nope I don't think so!

 Then, we get involve in those gangs.

 Thinking everything is going to stay the same,

Nope things is going to change,

you already know that game walk down the hall want people to know your name.

Want to have fame, want to be a celebrity, watching MTV wishing that was me.

Come on now, someone tell me how could this be;

people without a degree is making millions,trillions,  billions.

Parents telling me that school is the way out turn on my T.V and ask myself how.

As a child, I think like a child, eat like a child , pray like a child...,

but as I get older I have to be more bolder.

Stop holding so much on my shoulders, that is when we began to fall.

Feel like we are worth nothing at all.

This is a little taste of our society no one told me how hard life could be.

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