Who are we

I went a whole life confused thinking this just aint fair, now lifes nearing closer to the end somehow i became aware, i guess the hard times we all share, the traumas, all this darkness, thinking im the only one who cares everyone else just seems heartless, we all fighting over paper everyone thinks has worth, but little do they know we've been rich every since birth, this paper thats been printed by the ones we put in charge, is nothing more than tactics keeping us behind bars, a prison thats built from comfort the walls we built on our own, afraid to take back whats ours cuz if we do our comforts gone, some are just oblivious to what all is going down, to busy fighting to survive just trying not to drown. Forgive us for we know not what we do, we got caught up in the experience these thoughts made us confused, now im just trying to make it back to where it began, not the womb from which we came but the room built before man