The Jungle We Live In
I remember a time when I could walk to the park and look at the clouds in the sky
A time when I could sit on the porch and watch the cars go by
A time when I could lay in my bed and not hear police sirens all night
But I actually can’t remember that time
That actually was before this generation of mine
I’m not proud of it, but im living in it
Actually more like existing in it
What I would call being on this Earth right now is not living
I would call this surviving
I walk down the street feeling like somebody’s prey,
I constantly wonder if I’m going to make it until the end of the day
This place is like a jungle and i’m not the fittest
I mean for survival since my hand doesn’t have a pistol in it
The fittest around here don’t wear spots or stripes, they wear blue and red
Make the wrong move and next thing you know there’s a gun to your head
Why do I have to be a predator in order to feel safe?
Not everyone want to be a predator and then wait on the judge to call on their case
For some they think that being a predator is the only option
That’s why the amount of them keeps growing and no one could ever stop them
This jungle we call home kills dreams
That’s why our people are always the ones arrested at the crime scene
There’s another way out and everyone here knows it
But the few chances they get they always seem to blow it
What they need is that spark
That spark for new beginnings to start
We could help the ones that think they need to find prey
All we have to do is show that they will always have the chance for a brighter day