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have grown tired over the years I do not shed many tears Raised from humble times While I was young I still committed crimes Could not afford to go to the pool So me and my cousin would act a fool Sneaking out to ride our bikes Being at the reunion going on hikes Love was all around I never frowned, Fishing with my grandpa and acting like a clown, laughing all day sometimes crying when they would not let us play around The times have changed we no longer see each other every day, once a year we get together, though the times have changed us our family never weathers Kids becoming adults having children of their own, when I look at them I see little clones What was once an annual thing Has turned into a I'll make it if I can Haven seen them in so long Thinking to myself where has the time gone, Only one has graduated with a degree Hoping I am next in line to achieve Wishing I was back in my youth Being small so all I had to worry about was losing a tooth, stress levels at a new high, wishing I could just cry Letting go of all that I have held It is burden but most cannot tell I hide behind my smile Not ok with what we have become No longer a unit, but a group of strangers Who have unraveled See time is hardly kind We all have become blind Need to stop and see So,we all don't go down in history Our younger generation Has become a facade I look at them wishing I prayed to a god Lost and out of control Can't do a thing but watch as they unfold Slowly coming undone Hearing about them grabbing a gun What has this world come to Not wanting to live Children stop- just be kids We all go through a stage in life Depressed and scared pulling out our hair Wishing why can't I just fit it Listen and listen well those who fit in never win, lead do not follow for it is you who will see the good in tomorrow My life's history is within the shattered youth, having babies at fourteen Having sex and not staying clean Contracting disease after disease Wait until you're older you will see the misery that you conceived Help me to fill these young minds With things that are kind Help me to guide them when they are blind, the truth shall set you free, we must live by those words Do not be afraid I can show you the way Listen to my words for I was once in your place, trying to fit in doing anything to win, win the hearts of people who did not care, all they would do is laugh and stare The road to being remembered in history is a long uphill battle, but it is up to you to be the wolf or the cattle Be a person of integrity not one who built a life on lies and living in despise
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