Troubled youth
Opened my eyes
Saw through these lies
To Simply advise
That all this youth
Stripped from the truth ,
I held my urge of irruption
Overwhelmed by all this corruption
All to deny
What fell from the sky
The children crying
From all this lying
Mom, I gotta tell you
This ain't what I thought it'd be like
He's a fag and she's a dyke
Since when did people quit and strike
They're manners, morals and ethics
Judging others and feeling so epic.
They find a thrill and rush
To gain upon and bust
On other children
Brothers and sisters
He's a drug dealer and she's a Stripper,
This ain't how's it supposed to be
Pointing fingers and belittling me
Shouldn't we be young, wild , and free
Opening our eyes wide to see
That we are all one
One under God,
One under all
No difference between y'all
Two eyes and two ears
Only changing through the years
Growing and learning
Knowing and yearning
To find this thing I've heard called
Happiness ,
The ultimate goal
Conceived from your soul
Some think its money
Some think its fame
All are so hungry
To stray from the pain
Don't judge each other
Cause we're all the same
One goal in life
We don't need to claim
Happiness
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