Con

You got the dream chasers , the heartbreakers

       You got the show stoppers and the prison lockers

          You got the glock case and the flushed face

  When are you going to do right so you don’t have to feel wrong?

 

             How many hearts have to die just so you can survive?

How many blood, tears, and money have to fall just so you can re-do it all?

      How much can your loved ones take until they have now….lost all faith

 

Would you rather wake up in the morning with the mission to succeed and       

  have that piece of paper to show people that you are somebody ?

Or would you rather wake up to a mission that causes the next ones casket?

And then walk away like nothing ever happened?

 

           Now at the age above sixty you’re sitting there regretting

      Thinking about if you’ve done this you would of been doing that…

Or you never should of done that cause you would of been doing this

                 Don’t do wrong now so will regret it later

Be in the right now so you can have someone to cater

   Your mission is to survive and then when your done the young will arrive

And live the life you never had... You want the best out of them….

              it all starts with being a real mom or dad.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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