the world around me is so Contraire,
most people say its really rare,

nothing is rare about people smoking,
laughing, choking, and joking,
its the easy way out that we want

no one wants to do hard labor
or simply little favors,
when all we do is want want want but when do we ever give?

when we wave our money in the faces of the poor, and Taunt,

graffiti on the wall,
of that brand new mall,
we hide in fear as we walk down the halls,

cold Atelic bars on the windows,
when all people want a warm welcome in,

we give them grief about the family dying, you find people crying,
the next day your on a plain fyling,

when has this world became so horidly bad? everyone crying, everyone sad.

the life that is covered upon lies and lies again.

when your 16 and your son is 10.

when u steal Designer bags,
and yet people are calling u a ***,

cause u dont fit in
you look at them with the slightest grin,

and u say to ur self they dont no u they dont no u