There is a certain group of people,

They are not given what they deserve.

People influenced by the building with the steeple,

The public listens to anything lacking nerve.

I'm disturbed by the hate,

It exists in every corner.

I deserve happiness, but it's getting late,

Or maybe its dead...now I'm a mourner.

We live in the shadow of greedy people,

They use us to consume their own money

Then they turn around and deny us with influence from the steeple.