Alive
Why are people dying?
Why aren’t people trying
To make a better place
For us, the human race?
While the world is having a seizure,
We’re sitting here with leisure.
Everything is broken,
Yet no one has spoken.
This problem is continuous,
The people here – ambiguous,
Caught up in their minds,
Ignoring all my rhymes.
I thought life was for your passions,
But it’s, “sorry, here’s your rations.”
Every day’s a new dispute,
Becoming too much to compute.
It’s an angry black family, a misunderstood cop,
A psychotic bomber with no reason to stop.
It’s a world full of refugees with nowhere to go
And a country full of haters with no compassion to show.
Argue with the system, do whatever you need,
But that will never make our people genuinely freed.
Politics are stumbling;
Education crumbling.
And with every problem, there’s confusion
When we should have a solution.
Maybe this is profound
And maybe it’s just sound.
I don’t crave attention;
I just want direction.
I’m here, on earth, to make a difference;
I don’t need to make an inference.
With uncommon ambition,
I have made it my mission
To unite the world’s people,
To make it all more peaceful.
I woke up today, and I’ll wake up tomorrow
To somehow rid the world of all of its sorrow.
That’s my drive.
That’s why I’m – alive.