*Letter to the Prime minister* (2)

They say money don’t make the man But man, I need to make some money Don’t know what it’s like in the world of a rich man But to me it isn’t funny I feel like I’m old But I’m 16 years young I feel like I’m useless, But not for long I see the future off in the distance When I catch up I’ll be fine Whose world will it be then? It’ll be mine I look at the adults going to work And wonder if they’re that much better than me But after I go to college and university Then we’ll see Because I’m not the son of say a King Someone who left millions for me Through my own existence I’ll become wealthy I know knowledge is key But tell me, Why does it take so long to get respected? But if I don’t say “yes officer” quickly enough I’m so quick to get arrested They don’t want me to be a robber or killer But what should I do about guys trying to rob and kill me O, and tell me, if the system supports equality Why do the poor pay for an education in a democracy? And why does that old white guy come to school every year Telling us to join up for war Yet I wanted to go see the Matrix Revolutions And they wouldn’t let me near the door And how come you’re nobody Until somebody kills you And while your alive Nobody appreciates you And how come before I invent something to revolutionize business I have to deal with all these guys tripping And what’s going on with these police Their as corrupt as the guys that they’re chasing These are just some concerns of mine And some thoughts from my mind That caused me to write a letter Addressed to the Prime Minister.