Growing up can be hard

 

Unless you are the son or daughter of a person deemed a god

 

But for those of us who are like me and maybe you

 

Will be surprised when are parents come back with a pair of shoes

 

So what if there not the newest designer

 

Materialistic items

 

Like the Gucci, Lewi and Prada

 

As crazy as it seems

 

I’m not intrigued by those things

 

I’d rather walk around barefooted

 

 Than where some shoes that cost around five hundred

 

I despise rich people

 

I mean how you live knowing there’s so many beneath you

 

While they screaming out for help

 

Instead of shearing the wealth

 

You go and bloat yourself

 

Who’d you have to rob?

 

Just to make it to the top

 

Who’d you have to sleep with?

 

Just to get a fatter paycheck

 

Who’d you have to kill?

 

Just to make a stack of bills

 

I’m afraid to become rich because I’m bad with money

 

As a single parent my momma never had the money

 

Out late at night working several jobs

 

While I just keep praying she isn’t out there getting robbed

 

Because I know how people are

 

It isn’t a joke how people scar

 

Other people’s lives

 

While they should be doing time

 

For that give me give me life

 

Writing rhymes trying to bring back some hope

 

Yet I fell asleep at the wheel and straight crashed the boat

 

Probably going to drown but I hope to float

 

This is my last breath of hope

 

You can say I’m insane

 

Or that I’m dying for fame

 

But the truth is I’m afraid of change