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Today,      We have people who live, **Who fight to live Who fight to die** Today,      With the eyes that I see The truth that I see **The more corrupt...      Is our state of the free...** This,      Stems from the individual roots of society You See...      The Truth Is; **Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls Hospitals hear more prayers than churches' walls** And Yet...                          *We.                                                    Still.                                                                                  Fall...* Not As a Group...      But One by One...           **Consumed by Greed                With Our Hands on a Knife With Our Hands by a Gun** "To Be or Not To Be"      A(n) (In)famous line from Shakespearean Poetry... **** or be FREED...      From the torment within our society.... **With our hands on the trigger      The noose, the pills** With our final words spoken,      Written in wills... **Media's Influence,      Over Suicidal Kills,** Where Nameless Graves End Up      Over Endless Hills... **This is the Legacy      Our future generations will see...** We say,     **"Give our children a better future!" "Give our children a better world!" "It's our responsibility to teach the drills!"** WHY DON'T WE JUST HAND THEM THE DEBTS, THE BILLS!? Because as far as I see...      There's no need for you or me... Have you ever Looked at our hands From each broken vein To the ****** sands Have you ever Looked at our hands Soaked to the bones Drenched in demands Have you ever Looked at their hands So small and delicate Still TRYING to Understand Could you ever Look at their hands *TWISTED from the torment* We will force them to withstand...
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
This Is Our Legacy
Today,      We have people who live, **Who fight to live Who fight to die** Today,      With the eyes that I see The truth that I see **The more corrupt...      Is our state of the free...** This,      Stems from the individual roots of society You See...      The Truth Is; **Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls Hospitals hear more prayers than churches' walls** And Yet...                          *We.                                                    Still.                                                                                  Fall...* Not As a Group...      But One by One...           **Consumed by Greed                With Our Hands on a Knife With Our Hands by a Gun** "To Be or Not To Be"      A(n) (In)famous line from Shakespearean Poetry... **** or be FREED...      From the torment within our society.... **With our hands on the trigger      The noose, the pills** With our final words spoken,      Written in wills... **Media's Influence,      Over Suicidal Kills,** Where Nameless Graves End Up      Over Endless Hills... **This is the Legacy      Our future generations will see...** We say,     **"Give our children a better future!" "Give our children a better world!" "It's our responsibility to teach the drills!"** WHY DON'T WE JUST HAND THEM THE DEBTS, THE BILLS!? Because as far as I see...      There's no need for you or me... Have you ever Looked at our hands From each broken vein To the ****** sands Have you ever Looked at our hands Soaked to the bones Drenched in demands Have you ever Looked at their hands So small and delicate Still TRYING to Understand Could you ever Look at their hands *TWISTED from the torment* We will force them to withstand...
#spokenword#legacy
clovina
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clovina
19/American
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
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