Mankind set a record in history for a robbery! :
Capitalistic lottery as soon as food reached lock and key.
Every man for themselves in this cradle that rocks to sleep.
We all stop and breathe just to end up lost and wishing,
That we all survive the struggle with more pots to piss in.
God bless this mess. Prophets regress and the evil grow strong.
Plot less as stress piles and debt will always flow on.
Please, stop and see your fellow neighbors struggle to live.
Men with no guidance end up broke and start hustling bricks.
We all roll on like the speed of leaves rustling in wind,
Hoping for a chance to see tomorrow and I shutter to think :
How long we'll still be here on Earth wandering aimlessly.
But I can't spend my life with thoughts pondering gracefully...
...Here in town, you either have it made or a padded grave.
Strapped for cash for days so we're the last to pay.
I was the last to manage death with my facts of madness.
Wrongdoings lashing at us with an unlimited apparatus.
Fire caved the roof in ontop of my newly blackened mattress.
Cash has had us since the day I combatted and taxed the havoc.
Only time in the world I'd be happy is as soon as resentment shifts.
This place we call home raised 'saviors' who practice vengeful bliss.
Eye for an eye, reach out and take what you can see.
Not always do the things you need grow on our land's trees.
Father yourself into a new man with a fool proof plan,
To always stay ahead of the pack even if the rules prove damned.
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