Don’t you get it?
Can’t you see?
It all makes so much sense to me.
It makes me frown when I look around,
Sheeple all in lines,
All looking down.
Blindly following the ones walking
Society executes this daily stunt,
And no one looks up,
No one says no.
And no one changes their minds
About the people that they follow.
And no one seems to notice,
And no one has the time
To realize society wants you
Trapped inside of your own mind.
Don't be scared, many thrive on your fear. Rather than oppose their agenda they'd prefer you disappear. Hard to reach a clear point when they keep us foggy with beer and glamorous dramatic sporting events to cheer. Bloodlines are tied to America's smeared reflection. Attention on major media is a forced perspective injection. Ill intentions under false pretenses. Double standards give minorities the maximum sentence, while the privileged sit smiling at the chance of repentance. They'll work you for life to justify your existence. Years fly by and the flame of soul gets diminished. Simply questioning why is a revolutionary act, yet too many minds paper chasing in attempt to flaunt stacks. It's the American dream, you have to be asleep to believe. The kingmakers have never witnissed the conditions we've seen. The financially burdened are flown overseas, dropping bombs on the innocent, hearing pained children scream. War is the ultimate greed, a disastrous dance. Still we stand in Afghanistan protecting poppy plants. ****** epidemic is rising, friends of ours have died from trying. The pills being pushed are multiplying and it's big pharma that has been supplying. Another commercial, overdose from overstimulation. Glued to electronics the TV America is nothing more than simulation. High expectations with low wages drowning in debt, the idea of slavery has just taken a new concept. We take orders from those that rationalize death. School never taught you how to deal with your head. Or that peace can be achieved with focus on breath. Work harder, and maybe there's an increase in pay. But I don't expect much from a nation built on the backs of slaves. So I come to you now, with a heart full of faith. I claim no religion but there's still time to be saved. My purpose is to show you, your own beacon of light. America was never great but together we can make it right. Show sone love to your neighbors, beyond all borders. You are a self-governing entity capable of declining orders. So how you gonna exist, within fear or love? I'll do my best exemplfying the latter so we can adopt a pattern of rising above.
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