These days
To Eden Griffen - Your soul show live on.
Here i sit in a corner stool. Reminding my self of the mistakes I’ve made.
I’m a failure and i’m misunderstood. The things i’ve done were only for my own good.
I clutch my bottle, and remember the simpler days.
The days in which hard work pays. Where rappers were poets.
Creativity involved thinks, where the littlest things obtained the largest of meanings.
Discipline was practiced and a common tactic, and 25cents could buy you bubble gum.
Where love was a rare word, only use before marriage. I was beautiful, no matter my color.
When cats were superstitious, the devil was a lie. We didn’t sell our souls for money.
Drugs weren’t a teenage supply. School was taken seriously, and poverty was noticed.
The days in which i’ll never see again, the days in which us humans feared sin.
People mock our savior in comedy skits. Kids under 12 sneak out, to party and get drinks.
Money is powerful, people kill for it. Children are luck to make it past 10.
Parent try to redeem them of there sins. This day and age, were luck if we get a dollar.
