unemployment
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[TRIGGERING WARNING: SUBTLE IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL IDEAS]
Unfitted for society,
What will I do?
I know nobody is fitted for this shit
But you cope with it, don't you?
Unprepared to earn a living,
Bills, bills, BILLS...
...constantly, incoming.
Money, money, MONEY...
...constantly, outgoing.
Savings, virtually NONE...;
As soon as 'any' money comes in...;
I worry for tomorrow, will there be another day?
I try to stay strong, but the pain won't go away.
We're consumed by this anguish, trapped in solitude.
I think America is great
But we need to get a few things straight
Unemployment is at a crazy rate
This doesn’t have to be America’s fate
America the Great
At keeping
Gun violence alive
America the Great
At avoiding
The hungry and deprived
Black Birds
Black birds, black birds
fly in the sky.
Oh black birds, black birds
why aren’t your words being heard.
She is only a teenager in a world all alone, Some dude knocked her up and now long gone, After the fact, he knew she was carrying a kid, He hesitated once he found out it was his jit.
What’s the first thing you think of
When you hear America?
Is it freedom?
Or do you think of corruption?
They say it’s the home of the free
It was summer, a hot and humid day
Thinking about the beach in Florida
And everything that was within our reach
Now we’re back in Houston
Tears and apprehension are taking over
Pop your collar,
working class hippie,
rainbow kid in work boots-
scorch the earth
with defined footprints.
I speak of 'I' as millions of voices calling for change.
Every day, every week and every month, I expect to see the changes,
Year by year, with promises of hope and unfulfilled dreams,
– Where is the Justice?
My feet matches on oil,
But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss,
Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
Go to pre-k to socialize
Go to kindergarten to alphabetize
Finish grade school to add, read, and write
Start junior high to divide, swallow history, and accept the map
Ode to a time when our nation was in shamblesWhen war and politics left us shaken to our coreWhen terrorism frightened us,When our economy was at its lowest,
If I could
but for one moment
keep at bay
the pain, the suffering, the sorrow
If I could
but for one moment
Still the tempest
Bring back the blush
of life
into the cold pale faces
