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 sex 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.