With father forgive me for I have sinned
The next sentence is where is do I begin
I tear up uasually grab a pen
The paper is my confrimation
The punching bag
For all my frustration
Every sentence
Takes me to
A different location
When I'm sick of the complications
I hit the pad
It's like a little vacation
The pledge lied
We're not one nation
Some people get to the front
While other's remain waitin
Thou shalt not hold false idols
Half my friends would sell there soul
For an affliction shirt
And a car title
What happened to thing's that are vital
Love, Friends, and Family
Can it be
That this generation has been driven
To insanity
More concerned with vanity
Then life's sanctity
Or am I just mad because I'm broke?
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