You think you better than me
But you shouldn't
You think you richer than me
But you not
You think you're prettier than me
But I'm beautiful
You may have everything I want
But I got everything I need

I've been everywhere
Just not where I want to be

They say diamonds are forever
Whether this is true i dont understand
Im delt with the hand of little or no money
Its funny im a joke im a fool
I go to school everyday study in many ways
For what ? So when im older i can have mula or moola
Whatever you want im living life by rules
Where people with no heart start out rich
And people in touch with their souls dont have ****
Excuse my french but i have a foul stench of poorness
Not only in money but love

Some budding minds of larvae
become slaves to indoctrination
holding ransom to their morals
with mundane anticipation.
Ants and Bees take to the streets
dragging dignity through the trip
while sharks above hound them
discipline at the crack of a whip.
The struggle of paying to work
catches the children by surprise
though the nature of nepotism
gives others meteoric rise.
Ragged, they stay warm
through the fires of finance killing
so that the glutenous worms
can feed off the standard of living.
And those who live in glass mansions
have their view clouded by rain
as they look down at the masses
with contempt and disdain.

poverty,
the one thing that is always kept in the dark
there are a lot of rich people in this country,
but they don't care
the government promises jobs and infrastructure,
but they take our money for themselves undercover
the government promises education for all,
yet there are still many kids who are still uneducated
what the government doesn't know is that the lack of education and high crime rates are all related.

we live in a country which is so beautiful,
it really hurts me to see a father who is unable to put food on the table
it really hurts me to see people sleeping on the side of the road,
treating it like its a bed
it really hurts me to see people begging on the streets,
because they don't have the money to be fed.

This is the place where people come to forget that they will die one day.

They let their conscience build up on the linoleum floor in puddles,
deep and dark
And follow the crowd to the next store
And the next
And the next.

This place will bleed you.
It will tear your pockets out of your clothing
And your children’s hands from yours.

A new shirt.
A new TV.
Well done.
You’ve done well.

But when you leave the white walls
The music tinny and dim
Escalators and litter
You still won’t feel free.