FOOD FOR THOUGHT

A damn shame, some starving if only there was more
Out of luck, starving not a buck to their name
Everyday living the with the working poor
Conditions aren’t fair game, too much to ignore
My good lord every night your name many do implore
Now give us a living condition we all can afford
Many of us not having graduated college
Makes us low end with no fancy degree to polish
Still we find ourselves in a system we sincerely wish to demolish
The only wisdom we adhere to is that of street knowledge
And these pains in our stomachs are not at all stylish
Yet we feed our minds what can’t be bought in college
Who would’ve thought this economy so tough to abolish
So if we play by the rules, we’re going to bend them a little
Not trying to be the head of the class content in the middle
But even that seems like a longue tying riddle
And yet through all of our losses you want us to remain civil
They ponder a new deal, while we worry about our next meal
To you surreal yet to us so real, we can’t even afford cold cereal
And this aching in our gut is quite literal, quite pitiful
Yet the attention paid to us is quite minimal
Nothing changes whether conservative or liberal
And if by chance we eat comfortably, it be a literal miracle
But I’m hungry and all I can afford is food for thought
Under paid and over worked is all us have-nots got
Just when there could be no more twists to the plot
-We also have to worry about not getting shot

Good Bye.

For all of the good times and the bad
I’m glad we had what we had
Only natural to be temporarily sad
But I hold no ill will,
I won’t take it like a bitter pill
Together too long for it to have been
Nothing more than temporary cheap thrills
It seemed like I was only dreaming of making a mill
Abusing and neglecting my god given skill
Of course I couldn't expect you to wait for me and chill
Yet it took a while to hit that you had done been split
And truth be told it did in fact for a while make me sick
In the back of my mind I thought you pre-meditative and slick
And I thought that’s what I deserved for being a dick
And I almost went back to thinking life didn’t mean shit
But I regained my senses quick enough to flip the script
And I remembered life has ups and downs
I swam these waters before and have yet to drowned
And as long as I have my health, I am safe and sound
Everything else I’ll battle in the next round
Maybe this is my therapy so I can move on and walk away
Telling myself, “it’s alright, it’s okay”
Tomorrow is another struggle, tomorrow is another day
Everything in life comes with a price to pay
And everything happens for a reason, there is never delay
The last thing I would do… is force you to stay