Lack of determination
Forced starvation mentally
Perpetuate the cycle
Kept in chains essentially
Non visible to eyes
The plan that they'v devised
Is far above the skys
Look up at your demise.

Trained to lust and starve
This time the fields are different
No wounds from picking peaches
No severing of arms
Chickens without heads
unknowing of the farms
how can you pick up arms
with no sense of alarm?

Slowly losing faith
I know i should be patient
Pushing love away
I know im far from gracious
i do not judge the fall
or victims of the struggle  
death will speak to yours
theres no time to rebuttal.

Born into a hustle
Formed from vicious greed
Founded on the dead
Depriving weak of needs
All these thirds are closed
Their eyes kept on the prize
The prize is on a string
Youll never reach the lies.