And now I understand why my mother stopped having fun,
Why my math teacher works double jobs,
Why the girl I met in eighth grade dropped out after a week of high school,
Why my aunts and uncles pleaded me to enjoy what I had while I had it,
Why my mother and father always fought over bills and credit cards,
Why my father eventually just decided to ***** it,
***** the girl at work,
***** over his children,
And ***** over his chances.
I understand why the people on the street corner
Are always on the street corner.
It's not about dreams, about want, about passion.
Nobody cares if you don't want to be a doctor, or a scientist, or a manager, or a lawyer, or a ****** fry cook for the majority of your life.
Nobody cares if you like music, or drawing, or taking pictures, or posing pictures, or doing what you love.
Today is about money
And surviving
And buying things
And raising your kids on enough money
So that they can raise their kids on enough money
To raise your great great grandkids on enough money
Because today
That is all that really matters.
***** your dreams
(just like my father ******* over his children)
Because unless you catch luck
Your dreams will lead you nowhere.
It's all about money
It's all about ******* money
So don't count on that road trip after high school,
Don't count on making it out of college without debt,
In fact, don't even count on making it into college.
That dream can die, too.
It's hard to have dreams and to stand out and to live life in general. It seems as if all that really matters anymore is money, and if that is the case, we are *******.