Problems

Trials and Tribulations everyday
Rich people think they can spend us away
Middle and lower class holding on strong, like always
People think they can hold us back when we the ones that gotta pay


The lost ones can’t be fixed
They’re weighed down by 10 thousand bricks
They say it’s a New World Order
But they need to go on ahead and close it in a folder


What is this world coming too?
God created all these species we only left a few
Negativity all around us
Other people still don’t know why we fuss

They say we need to make love not war
People until this day is still racist
But we black people still going far
This world is becoming bitterness

Where else can we go?
Only two places hell and heaven
Just like the number seven
Stay constant then go down to the floor

Problems