The World is a puppet

The World is a puppet

Kinnie Cross

As we continue

To live our selfish lives,

The world continues die,

Eating nothing

But the untruthful lies,

And does nothing

But let the ones who murder,

The ones who molest,

Stay on this world to just survive,

We don’t want justice anymore,

We want revenge,

And as we fade away from reality

We realize that there’s

Nothing to live for but the truth,

That nobody cares to seek for because we

Are all too busy turning up,

Using indefinable concepts,

That makes our young ones so

Corrupt, so crucial, so violent

To their own brothers,

So dumbfounded to the peace

Of silence,

Empty beer bottles fill up their hearts

With hatred as we watch

Their under the influence

Crime game,

But them seeing their lives,

Flash before their eyes,

Is nothing but an illusion,

A note-to-self mind game,

But what you fail to realize is that we are losing,

And determination has a little thing

Called a time frame,

R.I.P to your homies

On your facebook page

But you’re still convicted with the same crime

That made him or her die,

As you grieve on the fact,

That you lost your little cousin to violence,

I Lost mine too, but I’m not killing nobody,

I’m not convicted of a third degree murder,

I am a poet to my society,

And I’m not going to kill or bully an innocent bystander,

Just because this world has realized that it is not the shooters fault, 

the little girl died because these idiots don’t have aim, and it’s not their fault because they rest, at their empty heartedness that is based off of a story about bullets not having a name,

but that doesn't’t matter, a bullet isn’t given a name for a reason, because the dumb brauds that decide to shoot people, aren’t worried about their consequences, cause they can hide in a group of black people and not be spotted not one time, cause my bro’s don’t snitch, and if they do? They going to be the next to die,

You all forget that whoever goes down, is going to stay down, even if it wasn’t their crime, it’s the never mind that leaves our innocent black people to life in prison, or the electric chair,

but one less porch monkey alive, is one less thug the feds gotta worry about, Do you know what they do to an opp in jail? Or at least I think you would,

Or are these little wanna be gangsters still protected by the cells of a teenage prison for kids? They don’t care still acting a fool, do they ever think about how many of their family members would be proud to see them better themselves? I just want you to know that when you die you are not coming back,

and no one will think of you as much as they would if you were on this earth right now, your gonna die and your gonna rot in the ground, or have dust covering the remains of your ashes, when you could’ve went to school, got a degree, instead of failing to look straight into the clearness of your glasses, I’m just learning to snap my fingers cause at the ten o’clock news it’s all poetry, but no one but the family who had to witness it, who were br

oadcasted on the television and had to be witnesses on the stand, and till death stood by, all ya’ll people repping someone’s death on facebook probably never even cried,

I’m just going to be tough.

I know my words aren’t enough to it but “OPPS” they gonna love this, but maybe not, because they’re just the “homie” to the lost family member that died because THIS WORLD…

Is only a PUPPET!