I Can Only Write

hey say more money more problems and i see it everyday the rich and privilaged kids giving their dreams away there is nothing i can do and they won't hear the words i say it's like 'look who it's coming from' 'cause it's a game i used to play a mental battle in my mind want to help but am i a hypocrite? they might listen to me words but will they even give a ****? even if i can't reach them there is no way to make me quit stop all of my writing just take all these lines and split thinking it's a blessing growing up in the suburbs but no one knows whats not showing emotionally hurt kids without guidance, givin money, left in mental dirt try to escape through these drugs with death we flirt invincible is how all of our vices make us feel until we realize that synthetic feelings are not real and the reality of it is our hopes and dreams are what they steal layer after layer soon not enough left to peel. Know that i'm not judging, I know what you've been through, I've heard all of the voices and know just what they're tellin' you, know all of the dreams and ambitions you're scared will not come true, but I also know the chances and opportunities I blew, And i hate to see it happen to our youth without a clue.