What we'll dare when the gov. doesn't care
This is a really old piece from mine, like from december or so.... comments and all that good shit is welcomed
Verse 1
Sweat drips from her forehead, ideaz cross her mind
Too busy to know whatz happening, lost in time
Her children lay at home waiting for promised liez
Her check can barely pay the billz, her promise diez
She can't stand her children starving, and failing again
Doesn't have enough money to be calling or mailing a friend
But she goez home with nothing but a check for a house
A house barely standing, not even fit for a mouse
She enterz her apartment, her children left lying
On an unstable couch inside a building left dying
Her face fallz apart similiar to a falling vase
Nothing to enter their mouth but air was an appalling taste
Their life left unjustified like a stalling case
Verse 2
She payz the billz, but is left with a mere twenty
She prayz for millz, or to be actually near bentlyz
Her children'z babysitter doesn't accept the cash
Because she knowz and really respectz her craft
How hard she workz night and day, just for a half a meal
And how tearz erupt in her eyez when her kidz laugh for real
And more tearz rush from her eyez because of her troublez
Especially when her boyfriend left in the middle of strugglez
She triez to find a way to elevate for both her and her kidz
Two sonz and a daughter in a one room house, yet never quitz
The next day she passes the bank, and beginz to think
That for problemz to sink is robbing a bank, thatz the link
Verse 3
Next week comes by, and she begins thinking a plan
Gets her saved up money, and does what she can
Seven hundred dollarz, enough food for monthz
But instead goez out, to just buy a gun
She does so, and heads straight for the bank
Thinkz it'll be good, and thinks shes built like a tank
Walkz to the banker, focused body yet nervous conscience
Doesn't wanna live in a locus lobby, none could hurt this, bomb this
She then shows the gat, aimz at the banker, and blowz her back
She didn't know the fact, that popos were there, but not in clothez nor hatz
She had gone in a craze, desperate for her family
The mayor wouldn't help out this long living tragedy
In the end, she was shot five timez, and died in an hour
Her children crippled at the newz, like a dried up flower
They were sent to the orphanage, and their fate didn't change
Four, Seven, Eight were children's age range
Itz sad what people will resort, this situation isn't rare
Especially when in debt and the goverment doesn't care...
Posted in "13th Ammendment" by four cats i forgot lol, and "The Power Of Money", by Judge and another cat
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