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 off the door.

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