Lost in the wood in the jungle
Sell DAT crack
Not buying it
**** DAT ****
It boring
I don't wat it means
If say anything I might even flop
Getting a big house
Not selling out
I my rhythm dont even have rhyme in time
Just how it is don't give f don't care
Am out

Why do we always fight for those that wouldn’t care if you drop down dead in a puddle?
Why do we pour our hearts out to those that don’t do the same back?
Why do we smile when that person smiles? The person that laid down with others when it was only supposed to be you?
Why do we love those that don’t love you in the same way as you do?
Why do we suffer in pain when those do something that we knew was going to happen?
Is that the harsh reality of life? Love?
Why do we feel that we can mend our hearts with those that are heartless?
Why haven’t I moved on?
Why do we always end up being a victim of a foolish heart?

We our children of society,
and perfection must be key.
Laced with smiles but hidden with pain.

We are the children of society,
chained like puppet string and hanging from a thread.
Can we mend the scars but create others on theirs?

We are not great, although we are forced to match perfection,
separated by meaningless sections.
Who has the perfect hair and who can breath my air?

It doesn't matter!
We should join together,
no matter the style we should go the mile,

Because WE are the children of society