The World's Game
hardships, ups and downs,
you can't let them see you frown.
can't groan and complain because it'll cause momma a big 'ole strain.
romanticizing illness and unfavorable demise,
who thought this up ?
clearly not someone worth the grand "prize"
the "prize of life" is what lil’ sister said,
looking down at the ground while patting her curly lil’ head.
this "prize of life" isn't worth all the fuss.
it's tough, tiring, and intoxicated with lust.
life's just a game that we pay to play, paying in endless suffering and hurting day-after-day.
they tend to say " just a gamble"
"a game made to play":
a game, only a game that ends up driving them insane.
this past year, oh dear oh dear !
certain realizations have been made,
children betrayed, epiphanies granted, and people of color running around frantic.
the world is changing and so are we
what a time to be alive:
full of racism,
hatred,
and misogyny.
They say that all ended up in the 60’s and 70’s, but let me ask you something have you heard of police brutality?
I'm striving for a change, striving for a voice,
but is it really that easy to find a preferred method of choice?
I’m getting more political, trying not to be whimsical;
You’ve gotta be real in this world that we’re living in, you can’t lead people on as a savior and then deny them the remission of sin.
Getting more political, educating the masses, informing myself of all the shit that gets covered by dark sunglasses.
telling family and friends, working through the pain;
fighting power with power against those whispering campaigns.
We know it’s hard and we know we’re united,
but God almighty we are working towards a way to make sure we are requited.