The Shootdown

So tell me what the point is of anything

When we live a version of a non existant american dream

 

We will not submit to dehumanization

We refuse to be a product of the previous generations

 

A little pill on the tounge 

To make the world go numb

 

Class A exhibit of a society

Shot down by the barrel of their own gun

 

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