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Changers


I've seen worst than most, but I'm not here to complain. I'm writing to get rid of all the pain. Because living this liffe is a lesson- a lesson to not let people drown you. Full of their drama, a volcano of issues is ready to spew. What's wrong with the world? People dying. Children crying. I'm going to make a change. I promise you that. I owe it to you; I owe it to me. Why can't they open their eyes and see? They've got money in mind. Innocent people shouldn't die. Drive-bys, murders. Why does everyone want to hurt us? What's up with that? They walk around, wanting to bust a cap. Victims of society- we're all just waiting to be beat. It's a matter of time before it's me. You know it's the truth; I don't even have to tell you. But we can change that. We can make the world a safer place, where on the sidewalks, children play. No more running from unseen dangers; this generation is full of changers.
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