Real Life
By Ridin360
why am i the only one who feels this way,that this place we're living in,has no fucking end,and the only thing that drives us in,is the money that pays for the trend,Thoughts are developed in my head,thoughts are written down on my bed,outside there's a man,getting warm over a can,why am i inside,while this man is wondering why he ever tried,listen and digest my words,dont be afraid,to go to work,to go get paid,i dont write this because of you,i write this because it's true,so when your driving your luxury car,and you pass by a condemned bar,then you see that man,with his hands over a can,dont think he has no clue,because that man was just like you,why are we here,nobody knows,why do you judge your friends by the tag on their clothes,dont look at life by the money your sitting on,because you cant take it with you when your gone.i think this is the truest poem i've ever written. Never judge a book by it's cover. Written August 20th, 2001 © on Aug 20 2001 06:24 AM PST, WiLL 0 • 10
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"why am i the only one who feels this way,that this place we're living in,has no fucking end,and the only thing that drives us in,is the money that pays for the trend,Thoughts are developed in my head,thoughts are written down on my bed,outside there's a man,getting warm over a can,why am i inside,while this man is wondering why he ever tried,listen and digest my words,dont be afraid,to go to work,to go get paid,i dont write this because of you,i write this because it's true,so when your driving your luxury car,and you pass by a condemned bar,then you see that man,with his hands over a can,dont think he has no clue,because that man was just like you,why are we here,nobody knows,why do you judge your friends by the tag on their clothes,dont look at life by the money your sitting on,because you cant take it with you when your gone.i think this is the truest poem i've ever written. Never judge a book by it's cover...."