Day after day, night after night,
I wait for the sky to bring light.
Who do you see on the streets
kicking rocks or spitting beats,
not allowed to sleep on seats.
Some whore their mouths, bits, 'n' teats
just to cope by smoking treats
that remove the urge to eat.
This is life within defeat.
Your boiling pot is my cauldron,
thrown in with discarded children.
System-raised for doctor's gauges,
now we rage when we get wages
that don't produce thicker pages.
Some of us fail propriety.
If I measured society
by how we're treated: kicked, spit on,
dragged, slammed on the ground thereupon:
I would find heavy irony;
sick decay in company.
Pacific plays are permitted,
psycho warfare is ommitted,
yet I'M the armed, drugged, criminal.
Locked up, I found times Biblical.
Remember the note heard worldwide?
Be kind to us as worlds collide.
Who do you know on the streets
kicking rocks and spitting beats,
not allowed to sleep on seats.
Some whore their mouths, bits, 'n' teats
just to cope by smoking treats
that remove the urge to eat.
This is life within defeat.
Tried to stay sane aging in a cage,
ending up like a slave to the stage
acting, hiding, this animal rage.
Curse these expensive wars that they wage.
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