Too Young To Care


How I got images to uphold,
I still got images to upload, 
My Instagram don't once close.
Last year I had to ask to use the bathroom in school
Now you expect me to make real life decisions
How can you blame me for acting a fool
Textbooks are bibles. I studied what was written.
What was written doesn't help me in real life.
What I'm living isn't as simple as wrong versus right. 
What I was given seems like a knife to a gunfight. 
I'm trying to back flip through taxes
while these asses throw axes
And tell me to survive. 
For now I'm alive. 



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