Where are we going?
What is for real?
Look inside my heart and u feel the chills.
It's a cold world we live in.
Filled with many villains.
And the heroes don't triumph.
And we give too much attention to Donald Trump.
Feels like were destroying what we built.
Trying to be above the influence like I'm standing on stilts.
I'm trying to change the game like I'm Wilt.
Until the end of my time I'm going to try to answer.
The question of our true existence in other stanzas.
Today's youth is caught up in a fake extravaganza.

wire coils with evenly spaced teeth,
shredded the clothing from beneath,
experience is a teacher, tangled and torn,

out,

getting no where, so no point to seethe,
fabric strips draped on a concertina wreath,
technique is a quality, better used and worn-

out!

lost!, lose!, loose!, free the beast, free the beast!,
into the rabble, into the pen of fractured plates,
***** the grey, matters not, just find that ten per-

cent!

wounded heart, bent aging knees, cannot rise,
to run away uphill against the wind, no surprise
no one will answer, the silent cry, or the loud sh-

out!

empty places, empty faces, reflected sour silhouettes,
every fifth bullet traces and arcs in the night sky,
why can't violence be allowed the right to die

out-

right? Left, right left, get in step with techno sounds,
dance all night, while the para-military do the rounds,
around the wire obstacles, to keep her away, keep her

out!