I sit back,
I'd hate to believe..
that we're all a few feet short without takin' a knee.
the most tasteless of dreams are pavin' the streets..
minin' for carats, we'd grow fat to be able to see.
these tyrants of parents, are no match for cable TV
deny that they're errant, n' go fast, the pace that we need.
government branches watch us hang from a tree
for raisin' our glasses and relaxin' without raisin' our seeds.
makin' 'em bleed, n' cage 'em when they ain't gettin' beat
make up, and then only wake up for the sake of a treat.
an entire generation of the faceless 'n meek
they took the root of all evil, changed it 'n shaded it green.
amazin' it seems, that we can't say it or speak..
what's locked, we ate up the key, waitin' for a savior to be.
what we're not, and other nations should plead
when the make-believe faith of a leader is mistaken for creed.
we take what we need without havin' our name to a deed..
and we'll never kick the habit until we raise to our feet.
but take it from me, god didn't make this place in a week
it's made for the weak, but we'll never know his ancient decree.
and quit actin' like you do, cuz your naivety speaks
for every sinking feeling that ever fucking came from the sea.
~One~
~PBK~
~Tha Gun~Play Kid~
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