Existence of the temporary
Wow oh wow,
a boy makes a poem,
thinking he knows the life of some,
No, the boy doesn't know shit but home.
Comes back from school, tired, oh tired,
Going on the computer just to whine about himself,
Downloading Chris Brown songs from limewire,
Thinking that all his problems have never been dealt.
"Oh, how I wish school was over." He said,
but he doesn't have a clue of whats ahead,
Life is but war and survival,
Love is but feelings and satisfaction.
