Born To Fail Life
Born to fail in life
What is life? Why are we expected to fight?
To struggle, starve, hate, & cry just to keep on the lights,
To always be praying for the sun to shine but it still remains a dark night,
To see family of yours or mine, die physically or emotionally in their mind,
To work for long hours while starving & crying beyond a rich man’s will to grind
We are promised a better life but those who say it continue to lie & cover the truth in a disguise
This disguise consist of happiness, love, joy, & a beautiful site, now doesn’t that sound nice?
But no. Life is just a game in which you cannot win,
A light that is promised but only to find a light that is dim,
To drive some to the point of throwing their life like trash into a bin,
It’s no wonder so many poison their body with smoking & drinking gin,
They want to ease & numb the pain while slowly meeting their fate with the grim,
Why are we not given a life that is fair?
Why aren’t we allowed to think outside the square?
Why do things grow worse every day like a fire flare?
Why is beauty judged by body, looks, skin, & hair?
Why when someone cries or dies, no one simply cares?
Why must the things we eat or keep, become so hard to grow or find like its rare?
Why do stores sell food like pears, that has pesticides &chemicals that are still there?
Life has us all by its grip,
When we patch a problem, another one rips,
A violent setting where led comes out the clip
Where fatherless kids own 45’s with the pistol grip
Living in a environment where the air is breezed with hollow tips
Where diseases is common & available, & every day we always get sick
Where the young and the old go to break in homes, in other words “hit up a lick”
Life will only grant a few with a good life but only the evil or rich get picked
As we struggle to get by
There’s some who can’t, & get high
To the point they feel like they can fly
Life is a trip in which no one wants to ride
& you only get respect by what type of car you drive
A life where you are only respected by wearing a tie
To work for everything we have, just to lose it when we die
Life is so unfair & cruel but yet nobody can explain why
But life is a place of pain
Oh how life can be so strange
Because it flow through our veins
Then gives us the needed high to our brains
Where problems began to pore like rain
Where feelings begin to burn like a flame
To be pushed to the point where you become insane
& get punished for easing the pain with Mary Jane
Copyright © Elroy Lee | Year Posted 2015
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