deepundergroundpoetry.com
Youth Wasted (parts 1 and 2)
Youth Wasted on the Young
1.) The Youth
This is the story as it goes real life actor,
cracked plaster,
escape from this dying fate run faster
black and white backdrop the way he sees because hes clinically depressed
hes a fucking young prodigy could have been a genius
instead he lives like a fucking vagrant on the streets with his own mother, goddamn it does he feel blessed.
Only fourteen blasts his tolerance to the test
in every way stressed
so he taketh up the ses
yet still smarter than to fall into shit like meth
but the world looks at him the same either way
so whos to really say?
Thats just one aspect
so the kids rethink their tactics
go out get trashed fuckin car smashed and their ass kicked
fuck school if I graduate
child support stops then we all lose weight
fucked either way in every facet that is this youths fate
some people drag around his name
some people place him to all the blame
but aint nobody understand the place from which he came
crack addicts, bad habbits,
led paint, cockroaches, and guns up under the mattress
ten years trapped in the back seat
of a fucking lincoln without even a bite to eat
even if he could put it away
with all the crack smoke in the air theres no way it would stay
that was his childhood in this fucking lincoln
stuck thinkin
no electricity no water so left thinkin
eyes so tired cant stop blinkin
no chance of sleepin
to much chemicals in the air plus he cant stop dreamin
nightmarish thoughts
you would too if you grew up with a dad who fought
get home sleep for three hours
show up in the sixth grade still stinkin from the crack filled weekend no showers
this is the memories of the youth wasted on the young,
it belongs to the young its ours its what made us strong they cant take it, not one of them. no one.
2.) Wasted Thoughts, Youthful Minds
young artists
young targets for the mafia markets
teens wearin black
fuckin up theyre diets dyin tryin to attract
afraid to fall into the mix
just sits in the bathroom takin selfee pics cooking up a fix
he withdraws from the world withdraws from the planet
he could die any day hes already planned it
he doesnt want to die but this life its like godamnit he just cant stand it
he delves deep into his conscience
now I know what yall thinkin this is nonsense
but the shit really happened
he got lost inside his own mind and it trapped him
the youth went crazy
he realized the powers of himself and how to make the world look just a little less hazy
those around him say he's lazy
but he doesn't pay no mind
instead he sits starin out the kitchen blind
with dead eyes they wonder what he hopes to fined
1.) The Youth
This is the story as it goes real life actor,
cracked plaster,
escape from this dying fate run faster
black and white backdrop the way he sees because hes clinically depressed
hes a fucking young prodigy could have been a genius
instead he lives like a fucking vagrant on the streets with his own mother, goddamn it does he feel blessed.
Only fourteen blasts his tolerance to the test
in every way stressed
so he taketh up the ses
yet still smarter than to fall into shit like meth
but the world looks at him the same either way
so whos to really say?
Thats just one aspect
so the kids rethink their tactics
go out get trashed fuckin car smashed and their ass kicked
fuck school if I graduate
child support stops then we all lose weight
fucked either way in every facet that is this youths fate
some people drag around his name
some people place him to all the blame
but aint nobody understand the place from which he came
crack addicts, bad habbits,
led paint, cockroaches, and guns up under the mattress
ten years trapped in the back seat
of a fucking lincoln without even a bite to eat
even if he could put it away
with all the crack smoke in the air theres no way it would stay
that was his childhood in this fucking lincoln
stuck thinkin
no electricity no water so left thinkin
eyes so tired cant stop blinkin
no chance of sleepin
to much chemicals in the air plus he cant stop dreamin
nightmarish thoughts
you would too if you grew up with a dad who fought
get home sleep for three hours
show up in the sixth grade still stinkin from the crack filled weekend no showers
this is the memories of the youth wasted on the young,
it belongs to the young its ours its what made us strong they cant take it, not one of them. no one.
2.) Wasted Thoughts, Youthful Minds
young artists
young targets for the mafia markets
teens wearin black
fuckin up theyre diets dyin tryin to attract
afraid to fall into the mix
just sits in the bathroom takin selfee pics cooking up a fix
he withdraws from the world withdraws from the planet
he could die any day hes already planned it
he doesnt want to die but this life its like godamnit he just cant stand it
he delves deep into his conscience
now I know what yall thinkin this is nonsense
but the shit really happened
he got lost inside his own mind and it trapped him
the youth went crazy
he realized the powers of himself and how to make the world look just a little less hazy
those around him say he's lazy
but he doesn't pay no mind
instead he sits starin out the kitchen blind
with dead eyes they wonder what he hopes to fined
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 696
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.