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Rich to Death


My city, has a problem, the problem is not only people.. its awesome we try to solve it..we honestly just need the means to sometimes the problem is money.. the same money thats clothes and feeds you... but money isnt the source...the LOVE of money's the root of evil... If money is a movie that weve been glued to...violence becomes the sequel.. We keep it under the sheets, its a secret until police shoot! Then the media feeds it..theyre screaming "These heathens need to be peaceful!"... but how can peace be achieved...when it feels like freedoms illegal. Were feeding teens to the streets..like you would feed some meat to a beagle... no flying free like an eagle... how can i spread my wings when the air i breathe is so lethal... Im thinking that we need Jesus..but hes only seen in cathedrals... So what do i then when i start to lose friends... either bad habits consume them.. gangs or police shoot them..they say "speak out with your voice!"... buts its their choice that they mute them...people say "go to school, its the only solution". but it seems to me school provokes more confusion... we should learn the truth to try and move from illusion...seclusion...dilussion... are just tools the goverment uses to try to disprove a movement... this generation is TOO LIT but no offense my pupils are stupid.. theyd rather be chewing on gluesticks... its putrid..we students need to take action these hands can...make change a change in this city so MASSIVE... but its tragic...my city is burning down in ashes and its our hands that have the matches Abs with these hands..we hit the blunt and pass it.. we have the cash so we stack it.. and rather us being passive we grab the gat and then blast it.. We'll kill a man for some bands cuz we want the paper no plastic.. this madness ravages families... savages bask in happiness.. tragedies span the Atlas.. im asking could we go back to when being manly actually mattered?  Dudes wanna make their money...i get it give it a rest.. the problem with my city...is we are all too busy..getting RICH TO DEATH
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