The Great Disconnect. RD

Just tired of people living within a hundred feet of each other and not caring for one another. This is life, and we are all stuck here together. When did we stop making the most of it?

Have you ever thought
or maybe took some cash and bought
into the lies of compromise to legitimize?
Thought "maybe it's okay,
or just the way things are today"?
Everyone's running late,
on the wait, at the gate, can't rate
the status of a fast track
to a stiff drink and a hot plate.
Cars twice as fast, going past
the wet windows of crowded towns
speeding not to come in last.
Do you even fucking care?
Do you dare to take the time to stare
at every one everywhere
breathing the same foul air?
No one get's along.
Unless they're related or negotiated
regulated, inundated, or mutilated.
If a girl don't need you
the bitch aint gonna feed you.
Get it straight, don't hate the fate
you took the time to create.
No one gets along, goes along, or comes along.
most just spend their days manipulating ways
to see if they can get you wrong.
Play music? It's just a gimmick.
something to make folk think
the guy in the tight pants has a big dick.
It's a nation of compensation
and nothings for free anymore.
not the food or the drink
or the old kitchen sink.
Can't get by on minimum wage,
though it's all the rage
living like you're on stage,
paid like you're in a cage.
Buy stuff, get fluff, in a huff
till life gets rough.
Well aint that fucking tough.
And when you think things are hard
look at the mom shopping with the welfare card.
Look at her kids, the things she did.
All day at work, dealing with jerks,
crying till her brain and her eyeballs hurt.
Hippies out smoking stuff, taking puffs,
stoned out their mind on the kinds of kind
you can't find until life rewinds,
cause you're past that.
Still in the race, and still just a rat,
but beyond that lay racks and poles
and dips and holes,
shelves and cupboards all filled
with a life forged from your will.
So be still, and chill,
and take a look down from your hill.
because there's a life out here,
beyond your fears, hypocrisy and jeers
where there's joy in the pain and joy in the tears.
And one more thing, brothers and sisters,
we've been here all these years.