Reality with my pen

My eyes open & all they see are the bitter reality.
My mind thinks real; never thinks a dream is something I would desire to foresee.
For everyday it’s the same picture; just a different frame.
Election '08 is over; patiently awaiting the change.
Because around here, you blink once, and what you once knew leaves.
Stuck on stupid; lost, confused, yet its nothing new; this story? You have already seen.
You turn the corner; hoping to film the next scene to your life.
But for some strange reason the soundtrack seems to be on repeat; defeat accustomed with lies.
Looking the enemy straight in the eye; but does it change the outcome? No.
Fear always defeats the possibilities; receiving no results after putting on a marvelous show.
A corrupt government that doesn't sacrifice anything; so what you expect?
Constantly asking why; but its something like a rhetorical question; always desiring more but accepting less.
Gotten used to the worse; stuck in the cold with a mug on my face.
Got my running shoes on; yet nothing anymore is even worth the chase.
Yeah; want to change my life; give it a total 360; for once let the good outweigh the bad
But in a world like the one today, a utopia is something society will never have.
A place we can call home; not hell on earth; that’s what I constantly in vision.
But how can one call anywhere home when they are on the streets or behind the cold bars in prison?
How about the children stuck off in a foster agency where the caretakers don’t give two cares about them
Or the women sitting back accepting the abuse portrayed upon them from these so called 'grown men'
Take the recession ; how can one provide for a family if there are no jobs even available to pursue?
Or the diseases that are spreading like wildfire; killing off millions everyday; what’s a person to do?
A person; a human; someone who is the farthest from perfect; someone who is never mistake free.
But yet a police officer wants to pull up a history of mistakes; leading them to a state penitionary.
So what about that person's newborn daughter? Left to a mother on drugs that can not provide accurate care.
And as she matures, she constantly hears: that’s life and it’s a witch; never fair.
Just one more who will grow up; and live by a hustle that pretty much the world understands.
& they wonder why we look at them crazy when they say 'your destiny is in your hands'
how can it be when mama walked out and daddy never cared? Bluntly it may be.
But nowadays the youth start raising themselves before they even hit their teens.
So if you want to blame me for my own wrong doing and defeat; I bid you go ahead.
But who is it to blame when the young girl went to bed unfed?
Or when the son is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it ends in a casket in a grave?
Who should have stood up then and took the blame?
How about when Katrina hit and millions lost their homes; pretty much their life?
Who should have sucked it up and through the water put up a huge fight?
A strong man; a wise woman; an educated child; they all know when to defend
The mistake that they made ; never letting their pride seep in.
But when life deals you a hand that sometimes makes you fall
why does the world automatically assume someone somewhere will soon be receiving a collect call?
Why can't the world be united, not far from the victory we all desire and desperately need?
I ask again; how did we let this happen; once was a home; now a stranger is all we see.
So maybe this is hell; and God will guide us to home in heaven; but until then
I guess I'm just stuck here; releasing reality with my pen.