Waiting game
It's blood n the streets! while big wigs n kings sit at they table to feast..n they wonder y the young rebel wants to question authority..who gona fix the leak,or,make sure, ma n the new born baby have something to eat...whats crazy, they don't realize it's a lot of warriors shouting out, it gotuh be ME!the common man fighting for common necessities,
while the politicians are the new Pharisees n Sadducees slowly killing off what's meant for the whole community, peace n prosperity...there will be that one! that doesn't mind looking the man in the eye with the gun, hell say change must come,or the few will get blasted by everyone..
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