Throwback Thursday (Where I'm From)

Where I'm from,
It's all about art.
People wanna paint the town,
In different colors.
They wanna sing their voices out-
To the world.
Have fame!
Forget about school and work,
And take the easy way out
Where I'm from,
Snakes would come out,
And hiss out you
Whenever you say something.
They target you
And shoot you with venom.
Then,
You feel like you wanna crawl into bed
Sleep away from that venom,
Even though it still stings
Where I'm from,
You're trapped in a bubble
People talk insane stuff,
As if they have not known-
Known much of the world
There's no pure air
Just laughing gas,
That makes them more hysterical.
Think aloud.
Where I'm from,
People hunger for drama
To enrich their body and mind.
They catch their prey,
By targeting an innocent creature
Then,
Blood spreads
And they drink it
And poisons their mind