well this is just the writing on the wall, most people won’t care to look at, been looking for someone to throw the book at, like who’s that, i’m strategizing while the speakers bumping, contemplating why these haters always reach for something, i needa trust in where this path can take me, driven by adversity, pray the lord my soul to take but i know there’s a curse in me, if i fall before i wake then maybe it just ain’t for me, then pass it on to someone else, like take this fucking pain from me, say your peace i speak my mind, usually its hard to find, a single piece of peace, because the world just causes suicides, and makes people give up on life, like have you seen the news tonight, bombings in the Middle East, shit we’re living in some crucial times
Tell me do you even hear the people?
Fuck being civil, we’re just fighting to be equal, America at war with itself, man this our last chance, a house divided against itself just can’t stand
nothings how it used to be, and maybe thats the status quo, changes need to happen, but those changes need to help us grow, people starving, people heartless, hardly anybody knows, and if they do but turn away, i pray forgiveness for their souls, empty homes could fill a whole community, if we don’t see the signs then i consider this the eulogy, while the tax on us increases, others spend wealth foolishly, and global warming rises every year goes up a few degrees, since trump got on the POTUS seat, it’s almost like he proved the deep, divide within the nation, i was waiting for the time when they impeach his ass, bunch of bigots with a preachers act, couldn’t speak the facts, and it aint any better on the other side, from where i stand
Tell me do you even hear the people?
Fuck being civil, we’re just fighting to be equal, America at war with itself, man this our last chance, a house divided against itself just can’t stand
(We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, rise against the systemic corruption and oppression)
MIXEY
