Families struggle everyday in lower class neighborhoods to pay the bills and keep food on the table. A lot of the times it can be overwhelming for parents to deal with everything on their plate. Referring to the Poem (Underdog By: The coup) " When She breathes, she swears it feels like plastic wrapped round' her face." I think he was trying to portray a picture of a struggling mother caught up in an evil game we call life. Parents have to do what they have to, to keep their families fed and sheltered. Sometimes we lose track of what is going on in life, and it all comes barreling down on us at a moments notice.
So often in today's society we are struggling to make ends meat that we don't stop and notice whats going on around us. We create almost a fake sense of reality that we live day in and day out. As the coup states in his poem (Underdog), " Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration. Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations." In reality a lot of us are working to survive this cold world, and we fall so far behind in bills and many other aspects of life, and we feel it would be almost impossible to catch up.