I was raised and brought up to be good,
Stay faithful to my friends and the hood,
I want to change though, I wish I would,
Or even could,
Because if I can change from good to bad,
Then I can reverse it, no matter how sad,
I feel deep within the core of my essence,
I seem pathetic, like a peasant,
Without the one, within my presence,
But people seem to care less and less as life moves on,
Like every one is losing love, and all of their bonds,
With one another to call each other friend,
But now life is changing, and coming to an end,
Things that have happened, do not matter to this planet,
Us on it......Earth can't stand it,
We are parasites sucking out the resources of this domain,
And intoxicating it's health as alcohol does the brain,
I've been slowing down, and really thinking about how life
is,
What am I going through? What important parts have a
missed?
Or skipped? All of this I do not know,
Nothing to back up my existence...nothing to show,
I am brought to shame,
And am going insane,
To the deep abyss of my brain,
I feel no fame,
In my life....this game,
But I need to remain,
And try not to mess around,
Fix my name in this town,
So I do not end up underground,
Hopefully in the end, mankind does not let me down.....