dear america

the american dream was what i hoped for, wrote for, put all my timein my books and took notes for, white picket fence nice house and no help, but the way things going i dont think my timegone help, cuz jobs are lost, money talks, and tragedies are going on everyday, food stamps and housing are a common courtesy, everyone bread, i cant laugh its really sad, cuz the worldis stillmoving, and people are trickin for fast cash, no matter how much you make life is still too rough,mothers not being able to provide having to wipe tears from they kids eyes, got boys looking like men, and drugs are on the scene, late nights and crack pipes only the root to a new dream, purple haze nowadays is just a part of the good life, cuz life so bad aint nobody thinkin twice, some people fed up they no longer living life, hard pill to swallow even at the start, we got split into two, either your broke or you got dough, middle class is in the trash, in war in the middle east, and we cant feed the weak, giving more money to prisons, than to education, an with money controlling everything, even the newest college grads are affected by this thing,the american dream aint something i can put faith in, the world is going mad, someone please tell me this recession is in the past

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