Pretty boy meets a ugly world, walking dichotomy communicating prophecy thru the eyes of a deity society’s proprieties rely on its economy accordingly prioritize to monetize optimally never mind the lives in need, every body gotta eat, let em starve, watch em bleed
Gentrify and watch em flee poverty is all geometry look at the Properties between lines the two sides will never be isosceles so when we down we to try to see…
A way out,
Through god, or a bottle, or a ticket for the Lottery
They look to the stars, at the corner store parking lot
Scratching scratch offs off the hood of their car
Cant see the bright Side forced to look in the dark
You ever look in the eyes of a man and look at his loss The streets took em apart… broke em down, but when they built him back up they took the good from his heart
I try to look at it as art, find the beauty in it, paint a picture make a movie wit, truly spit it but I realize that’s easier to do it wit the lenses I was given my position is a lil different we all got shit we go thru
Is it bad I feel bad that’s true?