There's different rules in this life for you than me. You pretend to look, but I don't think you truly see. Open your eyes! You believe I'm just complaining, but have you ever stepped in my shoes, paid my dues? You give me this life of little or no opportunity, so what am I suppose to do? With these cards I’m dealt you rather kill me, then to deal with me, physically, or emotionally and just throw me in jail. Instead of fixing what’s around me, cause that’s all I know and see. And you wonder why my children will grow up to think just like me, be just like me. Until this world begins to see, that life starts with he or she, the children and planting of seeds; education. Or when my child is an adult you will deal with the stereotype you have of me.