The Only Survivor Amongst the Unknown

I'm the only survivor in this world of asinine people
Maybe we are mistaking them for people when they really are The Unknown
Yeah, that's what I shall call them throughout this poem
I'm constantly looking over my shoulder so that I'm not considered apart of the incorrigibles
Although I still keep in contact for my daily dose of entertainment
So far sex is a sport and having babies is a hobby
And they twerk because they would rather get "rated" than practice modesty
Then they take offense when you mention G-d
Because they go to church every weekend then preach that they are saved but at night they get bend off the liquor and get high enough to see stars and wonder why G-d is not on their side of the bed the next morning
I admit I do smoke weed to relax my mind but I'm smart enough to know that I'm in a different time
Times are hard when you don't sign 30,000 dollar checks at the end of every week
Times are hard when you have a voice but the government won't let you speak
Times are hard when you realize that your family has one house, no car and no money coming in to support that brand new baby that wasn't asked to be born but is here now watching her 15 year old mother twerk for attention rather than get her education
No, I don't judge because my past isn't perfect enough for me to criticize someone else's wrong doing
But I still try to get my words out so that we as a people aren't always losing
And then I turn on the television to see that the Unknown is calling discipline "abuse" and our children run the streets to make more senseless decisions along with the idea that their gun is protection against the evils in the world that they cannot and may never see but think they can defeat
They shrug their shoulders and don't give a fuck about nothing then they momma die and they don't have nobody to give a fuck about them
Then they "dolo" with no doe, looking for a motto, hoping they got they boys to follow then realize they flying solo with only their ego getting laughed at by the people! It's a shame.
Some may take offense, while others agree with me but I won't be upset either way I just want ya to see
Understand that you won't always be understood but use that as a outlet to get out of the hood.

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