“Quoted”
White smoke clouds of depression,
Money green from the recession,
In the ugliest impression,
Fading in our aggression,
Sucked by lie and cheat,
Broke poor and beat,
We no longer speak,
Of the actions that we seek,
Damned by our leaders,
Begging from our preachers,
Hoping there’s speakers,
To uplift our dreamers,
Music is our muse,
Fashion is our fuse,
Slang is our booze,
Danger is our truth,
Today’s society is high,
Drugs filling the sky,
Politics are on the rise,
And we ask ‘Why?’
When we speak the truth,
We’re down on our knees to prove,
That we’re in desperate need of you,
To help us get through,
God wants us free,
From the pain and misery,
While we believe,
In this faithful victory,
Our world is in shambles,
Looking like egg scrambles,
Grasping onto the handles,
Of our torn shambles,
And they say we’re high,
By all means we’re looking at the sky,
Believing we can fly,
So, that we can soar,
And feel happy forever more,
As we follow our dreams,
Down the Milky Way streams,
And star gaze for many things,
But we’re stuck in our lies,
And afraid to tie,
Our only hopes,
That’ll keep us alive.