Your negative words, his ignorant bliss, her low self image, the little kids
My pain, my fear, whenever I see tears or hear my son cry in my ear
Thats my motivation.
Their wrong doing and my drive to make it right,
My passion for love, my passion to life.
My never ending feelings that someone has to do more,
The student loans piling up at my front door.
His fancy car, her shinning bracelet, that house on the hill,
Hospitals overcrowd with patients
Poor education, that careless oil spill
This is my motivation.
The selfish rich, the devastated poor,
The ailing old, the malnutrition babies
I wish to see no more.
Unity and love, Island breeze
Good food on which to feed.
To prove to myself I can do it,
My burden, my struggles,
This corrupted system set to make us fail.
The overwhelming number of people that look just like me
Locked away in jail.
Your encouragement and support,
Sweet laughter, music, and sports
Positive people, the world I wanna explore
The odds against me
Thats simply my....
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