We are not who we should be.
Maybe we’ve grown up too fast:
Playing like we can prophesy lifetimes
Just to open our eyes and realize that we can’t see what we have right in front of us.
That these moments spent playing cops and robbers with gats
Won’t end glad
I don’t care how many times my middle schoolers may beat me at Gran Turismo
They can not drive my car.
Ability does not equal responsibility.
And maturity ain’t currency,
And there ain’t nothing wrong with waiting patiently
Don’t we all miss our childhood, anyway?