Innocents are crying their heart out
Taken with no reason and here they shout
Fair is fading & becoming more of a joke
Trending the habit that no one should talk
Poverty unfortunately spreading like a wildfire
Others on breadline are sleeping on a tire
The parent of crimes, revolution & boycotts
Where is the remedy to connect these dots
It has always been about authority, this boss
Otherwise you need to have ur finger crossed
Moral is humanity is like an ocean
Few dirty drops won’t change the motion
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