I was born poor
My environment had very little promise of success
Sadness and violence surrounded me
I filled myself with that sadness in the form of drugs and crime
I'm responsible for my actions, what I did was wrong
I felt I was doing what was necessary for survival and maybe I was
Eventually, the law caught up with me and they beat me down further
Despite the odds, I was able to fix my life with the help of friends and family
I came into a good job and began furthering my education
I came a long way in two years
But I wonder if I went the wrong way
Maybe being broke was better
I find it strange how many new friends I made when I could afford to wear nicer clothes
It's odd how many women became attracted to me when I could afford to work out at a gym, eat well, and get tattoos
I'm in no way rich but I have more money than many of the people I used to know
I see old enemies coming to me with friends smiles and open hands
Am I wrong to turn them away?
I believe they would still shove a knife in my back given the chance
Some more literally than others
But I have learned the sins of others don't excuse my own
My lawn isn't that nice yet but there are already snakes in the grass
It's true I want to be a writer to spread a positive message
But I'd be lying if I said I don't want to make a little money
Does that make me a hypocrite?
We all follow these paper trails to eat and pay our bills
But where do we draw the line between survival and greed?
Around the world, we claim to follow god
In truth, we worship at the altar of the almighty dollar
I truly don't know if I'm right or wrong
If I'm bad or good
If I'm enlightened or denying reality
All I know is Crash Rules Everything Around Me
