By Jacquey Davis
Life is good, life is great
Life is like your favorite cake
But not for all the spoon is silver
And not all have their life delivered
Some have no help, not even from parents
They need your help, not your glaring
Surrounded by drugs and some by gangs
Some choose drugs and ruin their brains maybe switch to “that”?
They are choice-less on where they are headed
Most likely chained in a cage with a celly
Using drugs as an outlet from their life
Stressing from sunrise ’til the fall of night
They need help or a source of light
Some don’t use drugs, but distribute them for a price
With an environment so wrong it’s hard to do right
Frustrated from home experience, they go to school and fight
But it don’t.
