Young and Rebellious

{{{WRote @ AGE 20 }}}
Where are we going? What are we really knowing showing?
When everyday can and will go wrong
Too many people singing sad songs….
Motheres at work feeding babies that aren’t raised in church
Father’s escaping the pain into liquor rain
Like medication of cool relaxation
No sense of finding the truth
Lord save the blundered youth, who don’t know No truth
Only what is seen, I told not to do
Do as I say, not as I portray
So at a young age I roamed stray
Played and escaped my communities violence
Hid my expressions in silence
And fought back in pen an paper
Write another thought into the blank page
Letting all feelings detonate like a grenade