It's hard to balance

A broken family

And a lack of talent.

And the half-hearted education

Gives me no motivation

Without an allowance

My future rests

Waiting for some rich kid to take it.

I did my research

Because you teachers don't get paid to teach us

I started rhyming and soon enough I began to speak up.

But your silence could ignite a spark of violence

Before my time bends and i close my eye lids

I want everyone to know what I did.