Im a hopeless romantic its more organic than the produce youre buying just to make it through the week to feed your little family. Local Walmarts cant fit your budget. Your goverment isnt hearing your thoughts. Eyes are closed. Mouths are shut. Hiding the truth so our $100 bills can wipe their ****. We're stuck in a rut. Poverty stricken. Moms not in the kitchen. Kids running the streets. Killing our teens. Selling our ****. Filling our minds with negative energy. CNN isnt airing my hood yet. Fox 4 only shows local teens shot dead. Little girls losing their minds, talking to men just to waste some time. Just to catch a crime. Smoking up marijuana trying to run away from their problems. Running away from home to be alone in a world we cant think for ourselves. In a world we cant think to ourselves. In a world we cant walk the streets to get a drink without being shot by the local police. 99 cents only gets you so far. I dont know whats happening; what is this world. I dont know these people; who is this girl. In a world full of aliens i feel the most unknown.