Take a min to think. My perspective of the world.

Seems like some people in this world can't bare heat. Seems others can't help themselfs to it. Seems there are no Second chances. Seems like when you do something wrong 1 or 2 times people hold it against you. Seems like when your at your greatest your at your weakest.
Where's the love y'all?
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love..
(Shoutout to Where's the Love by the black eye'd Peas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpYeekQkAdc&ob=av3e)

I know a boy who had an idea.
People always hated on his ideas.
He had a dream.
But no one supported him.
No one said "Hey, you need help?"
No.
Not one soul.
He almost gave up, too.
Until she came.
His burden was lifted when he saw her.
He thought she was an angel.
Only Human, though.
She supported him until his idea was an reality.
Now all those haters came back to him to be lovers,
But he set them straight.
He now lives under the sun living in the same place where the Haters live.
But he feels love.
Because one person stepped up.
One.
Only One.
Now think about the boy or girl that's the next I.P. address next to you.
They have a dream.
You could be the one to help them reach the hight they pursue.
Or you can crush it.
Your choice.
But it could be what chooses your paths down your life.
To harden your heart.
Or Soften it.
Just take one min.
To Think.
To Dream.
To Understand.
To be me, Vip.
Understand my way of thinking before you reject.
Or Accept.

Thanks.

Reminds me of this qoute
"When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out." -Martin Niemöller