who are you

who are you to tell me im no good to make fun of those from the hood to bitter those once sweet like honey to down those with litte or lots of money is it true that your not satisfied til' theres a gun pressed against her throat til' theres a hand sweating and gripping on to a rope til' all thats left is flowers on a headstone til' the guilt hunts you until your full grown who are you to to tease those bound for college to laugh at those who use there knowledge is it true that your mad because what they have you lack so you belittle them so so what you lost you get back how are gonna get it when they took that pill slowly awaiting the kill when they keep squeezing until there face turns blue tell me please, who are you