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'Member Those Golden Days
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IP:
They strip us and tell us how we should look a European bully
They speak in a foreign tongue so we do not understand fully
Life within this room is all of my thoughts
I ponder on the pain and pleasure that it has brought
These chains depress me and keep my personality shadowed
I am not the leader of this trend and yet I am still followed
Emotion repressed by people's unneeded fears,
It cannot be stopped because of their shedding of tears.
My feelings and body are exposed as I am whipped like a slave
As my mind wanders I remember all of the sins I once forgave
My friends and family give in and let their soul be deprived
They say nothings worse than death; I do not even feel alive.
Air is my food, or a roach that runs across my floor
Why must I suffer because of other people's war?
Separated my male and female, how are we to live?
They keep telling us to unleash more, yet we have nothing to give!
Religion is our union; it is the only way we can relate,
Because we even argue over who has the worst fate.
The conditions make us vomit, and diseases are plentiful
We are considered outcasts because our religion makes us horrible
I despise my life; these people make me feel worthless
If I just live how they say then my pain is supposed to hurt less?
They send me to a chamber, but inside I wonder why?
As they close the door, they ask, “Are you ready to die?"
The women cry, and the begin their final prayers,
The people listen and laugh because they do not care.
It is not fair; while we suffer, everyone else takes life for granted,
You can see your home while now I am blinded.
This is the last place I will see, the last place I will remember,
No this is not a Nazi camp, this is Society's Chamber.
Topical against final. Winning 1-0. If not in please leave feedback.
Topical vs. Acuity, was a keystyle so ya.
Looking down the ebony table realizing my ivory friends,
Thinking bout all of the good times that would now be our end,
They press us and bang us, not caring for our needs,
These leads are their masters, ours is the attention on which we feed.
The man is now leaving; our servitude has now been served,
The road that once was going straight is now being curved.
Beaten and broken to align in the way we believe is right,
We continue as long as it cannot lift up its body to fight.
In our sight, perfection is obsession, and normality is rejected,
So many people deciding to give up and when asked say "I just left it"
It is hectic when people will not even stand up for their country; just disrespect it.
People are complaining because they cannot see their porno in 2 seconds while people starve,
People say that our actions now define our future; I say it has already been carved.
Men who deserve the right are thrown away because of what they believe,
The words are correct but corruption lies in the way they heart is perceived.
Disruption is not uncommon, in fact now it is just for comedy and making of past times,
Past lines of past rhymes describe how hard a good soul is the hardest to find.
A crime is considered cool, and murder is expected as a daily occurrence,
I hate my mom and dad, you do not realize your passion and until you lose it.
Traits are hated, and individuality must be killed,
For when someone great comes along, they must be emptied then filled.
This is the will of our great nation? To kill those who refuse to lie down and be shot?
Who give their ideas and give all they have got to this battle, which is still being fought?
This corruption of society blends inward to the days of every single life,
Every fight, every knife, that has made a back see the original sunlight.
Time goes by but life will always find something to corrupt and disapprove for,
No matter where you are the hinges for you will always be a little of the door. |