Here we go another day,
with a smile on my face
I cant seem to replace
even tho the grinnings fake

It's hard to watch them grow up,
Knowing all the bad stuff,
Knowing that their soul,
will be ripped apart.
What's the goal,
why'd Noah make the ark,
Tell me
was this world really worth saving,
I think not.
Every human is fake or rot,
Don't tell me,
that you're not
I've seen it all,
I know what you got,
To offer,
its awful.
I hate you,
it's bottled.
I've play the game
since I was 5,
I'd played with it.
I don't believe words
I need evidence
I think I'm cursed..
Due to my relationships.
They say having kids,
is a blessing,
To me its just a lesson
we keep forgetting
He showed us innocence
Yet we re-molded it
Into our own images,
This isn't what it's meant
When having kids.
You're supposed to show what the struggle is
let them know how you were suffering let them see life for what it really is,
after you show em all,
Tell em, don't be like me
cause you're unique
the way you are the way you speak
That innocence has long left me.
Teach them their heros...
Didn't get far,
living in the same homes
Wearing all the same clothes
Driving around,
with the same car.
Snorting stuff up their nose
Smoking blunts to feel good
Drinking drugs, changing moods,
**** it...
this world is hateful
I should've thought
twice before I had you.
Bringing life into a hell
That's filled with a plagued view..
If only I knew it wouldn't change you.
Maybe then I wouldn't feel the way I do..
I don't know what the future holds,
And that's all I know,
Or is it I don't.

Remember the past we would laugh and play
we were children back then so no struggling days,
we had this picture painted of how things would be
once we were adults we thought we would all be free,
no adult figure to tell us what to do
we couldn't wait to grow up we didn't have a clue,
then we're adults no more children's laughter
thrown into a new world that's filled with disaster,
from racism, stereotypes, and jobs that don't hire
we slowly lose all those childhood desires,
now the canvas where our picture was painted
lays in a corner all ripped, damaged, and tainted,
a new canvas has overtaken its place
where you only see a picture of a distorted face.