What could speak 

To the deep seated heat from streets

Where we rock on over used beats,

Sleep, and weep, trying to keep peace

Peep how we creep upon the hope that we seek 

Not elite, still complete as we compete

With those who leak 

Weak status as an apparatus,

So tragic how laws have us

In broken homes,

As politicians are living lavish

habits from the desperation 

That permeates this wicked nation

Greed leads deeds, then they think they're great

Causing devastation 

No time for meditation 

And useless education

abuses our contemplation

Rarely do we awaken to the hatred that we're facing 

Laced up by boot straps

Still trapped in the money chasing

Hating each other, killing brothers,

Results are false fault 

And endless tears shed by loving mothers'

Worst fears, year after year 

Death in place of breath

As lead sinks into their chest

there's nothing else

But what's felt, 

more welts dealt to the poor 

What for?

Besides riding and dying for pointless wars

we can't afford,

We ignore

endured flames

And adore

more fame

From game that claims we're lame

for not flashing or blasting for chains

It's insane 

And what's fate? More strain

maims the love in our brains

Seems few leader cares to be humane

What remains is a process of nonsense 

Regardless of what you start with,

We all leave 

Broken hearted