Freestyling texting, so if it seems a little.. off, that's why

Recognition's what I'm fishin for and it's got me wishin
for the missin' meanings, and not just dissin
write about something, not just guns, drugs, and bitches
cause they glitches, like a cut it needs to be stitched
I'm sick of all these kids growing up like their songs say
rapers, abusers, and some more murderers on the way
it's just not right, that we fight, to keep the violence light
then at night, we punch with might, every nigga in sight
like a silent vow in church, it's a promise that will break
can't grasp it, like a slippery, slimey, slithering snake
is it too hard to see, that these kids look up to Nelly?
Pimp juice at the age of three, see why I'm so angry?
corrupting the minds of children, innocence flutters away
like a butterfly that flaps it's wings until the end of day
we're becoming a dark world, light has been consumed
I presume, it's in the tomb, a sad thing I have assumed
but I'm a warrior for the light, even though my name is reaper
to sin a gate keeper, to stop this world from getting cheaper
it's insane when you think, of everything we've come and done
how dangerous we've become, like a retard with a gun
remember columbine, those kids were in high school
listening to their favorite artists who taught them guns were cool
and it's cruel, that we fuel their anger into violence
in this pool, there's only fools we must stop forever hence


eh...

__________________
I'll wait for you there
where the sun doesn't shine
Wait for you there
where the shadows run from themselves