Things you gotta do
• Written by Blatant_Bastard-87
Wake up son,
You got things to do
I know its things
You don't want to
Waking up
At the crack of dawn
Mowing the rich mans lawn
Being moved around
Like a little pawn
A tear drops out of your eyes
When take that long yawn
Most of my friends
Doing time or on probation
We weren't taught
To hold down an occupation
Now we stuck
In and out of a police station
Young girls selling
Their bodies for drugs
Traded their smacks
For bare hugs
Young boys stripping
Their innocence for thugs
Treated like animals
Rapped in rugs
Wake you son
There's things you need to do
I used to be you
I know what you going through
Sometimes you have do
What have to.
