Pride
I woke up to the cold air on my toes, the J's stolen off my feet
Shook it off and went to the bathroom, no water to brush my teeth
A sad scenario but for the better it can be changed
Yet people with an illogical disposition prevent me
This mentality causes them to resent me
The same mentality that causes a country to never change, is it not deranged?
This mindset being another contributor to why my people will remain in chains
I refuse to be non-brave
For if one adopts these morals, their digging their own grave
Now that I reflect…it may be the only thing keeping entire masses enslaved
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