What is wrong with this
What is wrong with this planet, don't give me an excuse, can-it
All this hate and war, I can't take it anymore, I just wanna soar
Real high, in the sky, I'm telling you, it's not a lie, think it is, than bye-bye
Truth is we never truly had peace to know what it's like, only an idea of it, right?
I mean, why fight, and die for a country that doesn't give a damn
That's not what he would've wanted, right Uncle Sam?
But, back to the hate, why this, why discriminate?
You act like it's wrong to be white, it's wrong to be black, it's wrong to be a female, or a man
That shit's wack, and something for which I will not stand
I believe in love, I believe in change, yet, with seven billion souls, it's an impossible range
I can't go on about this anymore, it's just too frustrating, Imma walk out the door...
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