I cry
Not for a verdict but a forgotten effect
This defect of us being rejects is a double edged sword...
Our anger towards
Should be anger towards
Yet we hate ourself
we rise off shelfs when we feel there is dishonor
But your honor I never meant to steal her curds and way
Cuz im not little no more and I peep what is going on
The lamb is gone...cycling the same song
We sip our tea but allow truths to supersede
The tragedies
The travesties of our own demolition of our own future prism
Enraptured in violence
I can no longer remain silent
How can life be vibrant
When killing happens all times in
All kinds and whether we blind in our own circumstance
Rerouting our youth deserves a chance
They deserve to advance
Leaving behind being products of an environment
That inspires in
Never gonna be shit, locked up, no future, locked up, no future....
DEAD kind of acknowledgment
Let's get angry for all the time
Not when a article or story or sensationalization becomes entwined
The valley still waits to have our race to escape and demonstrate
we are still not to be fucked with.....
Who hears our suffering?
It falls on deaf ears
Blind stares
I cant speak no more I may be undone
The future is undone
We cant run
Wake up people....your leaning on idiocracy
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