The worst of people are
the living stereotypes of what make us all cringe.
Unchallenged they grow sadder and sick
our hate hardens past chitinous, fast and thick.
Someone's bad character never meant to face reality
now stands before you snapping her fingers.
The lessons never absorbed, the pain and stupidity festers and lingers.
God, is  this  even real ? How  could  this actually be allowed ?
Yet,  there  they are.  So  loud  and  proud.
Listen, I  had  NO  part in creating...  you,
or , your  pain.
  The  fact that you have  tried  to manifest   your  favorite  rap  video  into  reality is insane.
  No one has the right (?)  or ability to say .  "Hey that's not cool ", or even okay .
Once  I  was  a younger fool. Idealistic  and  with  so  much love  in my heart.
Trust me , you  want the  world  to have  people  like  me  in, it to get the  change  you really want.
But the  way  you act and  the  way you  dress  and  push is  tearing it all  apart.

ALL  the things I didn't come to do.
The lies we tell are sometimes true .
Shouldn't we do more than waste each others time.
When we conspire its a lame rendition of a *** crime.
Is there a good reason that we don't listen  ? I mean really listen. Unless we think the other person is dying.
Is " fake it till you make it "  our only excuse for actually trying ?
The realization that we don't actually care about anyone one else must have happened without me being aware.
We hardly even stop any more.
Let alone stop and stare.
We don't need each other to survive.
We haven't in many moons.
Bumbling we shuffle along like sad parodies of a cartoon.
like a train wreck, we hate and love each others drama.
No ones brave enough to cry in the streets
but we all just want our mommas.