Is My Generation Doomed?

What a Pity

It's a cold cold world just ask J. Cole.

The television screen got us selling ours souls.

Our women make ends meet by dancing on poles.

While us niggas up in the club spending until it close.

We have no time to play dad we'd rather chase hoes and cash.

Ours daughters are witnessing their mothers having sex for bags.

Damn this can't be life, this can't be the way.

I try hard to keep my head up aint that what Tupac use to say?

But Pac is dead and so is our youth.

If you ignoring this poem you just ignoring the truth.