Peace. This is somethin' random I wrote at work today.

This here yo, this is a rant,

Know what sucks about the here and now,
all you motherfuckers waitin' on handouts.
Cryin' ass bitches down in line at Welfare,
Whinin' that you don't have no money to do yo hair,
how no one spares a care that yo' kid ain't got clean underwear.
I ain't ghetto, I'm just a fuckin' white suburbanite,
but every time I sight my paycheck I see my own kryptonite.
I'm payin' for geezers to get their bone pills,
I'm payin' for people too lazy to fix they own ills.
I'm payin' for cops to park cars and write tickets,
to sit on the side of the road, only gettin' out to strike niggas.

Know what? Shut the fuck up,
buck up, suck it up and keep truckin' up.
We all got shit, and we all got problems,
Difference between you and me? I try to solve 'em.
This world don't owe you nothin', and nothin's what you get,
you be starvin' on the street while rich fuckers play croquet.
This is life, this ain't injustice,
some people are just fuckin' luckless.

You want respect? Go out and earn it,
find some midnight oil and burn it,
turn it around, take this day and use it,
'cause like muscle, otherwise you gonna lose it.
And when it's all gone, you be laying on da deathbed,
wonderin' what the fuck? and just how you got bested.
Me? I'm gonna die like the rest of ya'll,
but from this day til then, I'm gonna be walkin' tall.