They lied to us
We lied to them
Old men and women of pur society
Lured them to voting for a youth like us
We call them;people of this city
Budget box at hand
Sledge hammer on our heads
No flour to soar our throats
No caffeine to flatter our heads
kids on their tattered uniforms
Parents on their torn overalls
City still crazier
Maybe we voted thieves on midday
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 4:22 PM UTC
They lied to us
We lied to them
Old men and women of pur society
Lured them to voting for a youth like us
We call them;people of this city
Budget box at hand
Sledge hammer on our heads
No flour to soar our throats
No caffeine to flatter our heads
kids on their tattered uniforms
Parents on their torn overalls
City still crazier
Maybe we voted thieves on midday
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