Corruption

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  By Stanley Collymore   You don’t know me; and vitally in all of this we’ve never met, so how can you so ludicrously then make supposedly valued
Kindergarten kids don't understand  corruption. They don't form secret plots. The worst they do is gloating about themselves to every other kid at random, telling prideful stories. Some want to 
Our world is filled with too much violence, corruption, greed and injustice. It's why I versed it,Earth Battlefields. We been neglected,and abused in many forms. For too many years. What ignorance refused to understand.
The sun Set on the King, His crown gleaming as he, Shrieked with hatred That the sun was commanding the attention Of the world.
Whispers sit wistfully in the shadow, The silence as sublime as the outflow, Of darkness and danger from not long ago, Every voice vocalizes with no audio,
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals.  So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
Bad news bends me down Like snow icing a birch tree How much more can I take before I break?   Splintered into a thousand shards- I can't melt my heart anymore
We live in a world so corrupt, evil, and gross That countries can't help themselves, let alone the ones that need it most
Such darkness there You find yourself in solitude Who are you to disrespect your mother? And be so impolite and rude Your demeanor must change If you are going to get somewhere in life
Steady growth in ignorance brings forth naive hardship Constantly educating the United States with misleading information Such an abundance of corruption, camouflaging the harshness
Seed of Time. Stem of innocence. Song and rhyme  come to be.   Then sliver the branches of vice and temptation. Corruption and combat bloom. The surreptitous snake suckles Death's nectar.
Dear Eskinder Nega,     Before today your name held no meaning I did not think of you for I was still naive  I foolishly assumed that I had such great wisdom But Eskinder, that I can no longer believe 
If being a "liberal" Means that I can plainly see what's wrong with the world Then I'm a liberal If being "evil" Means that I believe women have the right to choose Then I'm nefarious
The Black (pt. 3) In the farthest field there is a deep pit A wound, proclaimed in the dusty outreaches Of sweeping grass element Which now and again bubbles and Blossoms
The world is at its true point…BeautifulNo more, for the world now seems ever so TwistedWe now know what’s to comeBecauseThe media even says the same thingSo it must be true
I walked below The neon lights. Dark sky flashed against the green of slavery. I puffed a cigar My jeans have holes My shoes are split like pistachios With my black socks
I'm Into beats  That start up is sweet  So I'm ready to leap Not to compete  That's for survival  That's not a lie though  You know you gotta show How flows can leave your foes froze
When will I see  Fruitions of being happy What happened to respect exactly What's intact is that I watch my back Wondering when one close  Decides to hide inside The lies of emotional ties
Isn’t it funny how everyone walks around with fake smiles on their faces?; Fake ears to listen to others’ fake cases; They made up in hopes that someone could possibly care;
Dear America, You call yourself great, but you’re built on ignorance and hate. Your flag colors are red, white, and blue, but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
I see no point In going through this maze. It is filled to the brim with traps, cloaked in a dulcet haze.   Must I play a part in this senselessness? This deceit that plagues us all?
In the home of the brave and the land of the free Greed Corruption  Lies Are what we do not see We fight wars because "freedom is not free" Money Power  Oil 
Black Birds   Black birds, black birds fly in the sky. Oh black birds, black birds why aren’t your words being heard.  
It funny how the CPD claims that every new hiring is a step closer to securityBut they’re not even securing us.Betty can look outside her suburban windows and see white snow on asphalt
  What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?   Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days. Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
My thoughts are too loud to not let out, But I don't know what to write about, the rhymes spout but they all sound the same, they fall from the clouds where my soul hides,
 Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to think The American Dream may be corrupted Not what it used to be When we once dreamt of being free For some in America
In the land of the free In the home of the brave, We are no longer The ones who save.   When our flags burn
America the Great? More like America's a fraud, Stealing from the poor, trying to keep up their facade, Polishing their shoes with the sweat of hard workers, Blaming us for their troubles when they're the real shirkers,
You know what you're doing You know what you've done Please here my plea I can't possibly be the only one Our country has lied Our men have died Yet we hear nothing Except what they say
God Bless America! Where the grand homes spit on the peasent who make the ground they walk on God Bless America! Where black infestation is eliminated by the wonderful cops who are suppose to be protection
Oh America, I love to call you mine. If I had the courage I would fight for this land. I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land. For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.  
Why do they hate us? They sit upon their skyscrapers With eyes malicious and green with lust. They feast like kings and hiss like serpents,
Come Princess, Claim your crown of lies. Take your throne of poison, Lay in your bed of snakes.   Come Princess, Claim your Kingdom of falsehoods, Wear the gown of power,
Seventeen years of life experience and I'm still not qualified for the job, because everyone thinks I'm either too young or too dumb. Pressured by society to look thin and tan, but we can hardly face each other man to man.
My story is a rogue escaping from soldiers of corruption. My story is an introduction to society’s disruption.  My story is an individual with simplicity to complexity,
This is the shit I wait for, Obey and work for, The law is all torn Shredded but still worn Corrupt and we're all poor The richest are no more Land of equity And philosophy Given to me
Beautified by mountains, lakes and wildlife, Africa is innocent in alluring sunrises and sunsets. She is that child born beautiful and strong, Loveable in majestic dances and laughter,
Where is what he fought and died for? “Who?” I hear you asking. Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget. The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day, The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
Help! I did it again. I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain. I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!” “Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
I had a strange dream last night, I was a cop in a lengthy firefight I was scared and the long awaited back up was just not coming Bang! Bang! The shots rang! And all my mind kept shouting was “run Charles run!”
I say a prayer for the departing warrior, Departing for lands whose soil is littered with landmines, To fight a war he doesn’t understand, To possibly die in a country he couldn’t care less about
Something about the thunder crack, Something about the bloodred dawn, The withins of the color black, The early morning sun is already gone. We have an imagination so creative and unique,
    Can't you hear me, give me achance, hear my screaming, I'm begging you now. When did this happen? It happened so fast, one night you're winning, the next one you're smashed.
A heart can be corrupted, Suffocating under the malicious hand of darkness, Its armor chipped away piece by piece By the thoughts that torment our souls,
To be scared is to be alive. It is the thing that stops us, Prevents us from harming ourselves. It’s why we don’t jump out of windows, Why we don’t stab our eyes, Why we leave spiders alone.
We did it! Lo Logramos! by Christian Betancourt   In the midst of being misled by corrupted crooks We rose above and gathered in peace
Worthless. Stupid. Ugly. Fat. Words I see portrayed every time I step in front of a mirror.   I say to myself, "Lose weight and he will like you"
Blood drips from murderous assaults Onto the rich soil of the earth Its crimson essence cries to all That Life will no longer give birth
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real. 
WE   We are known for being ignorant, and dirty, Known for being weak, and unworthy Known for being corrupted and inconsiderate. and we know
1. All hail the glorious leader He who guides the world with his hand He is the way, the truth, the light And in his hands are keys holy Hail to the almighty of men Hail to the everlasting chief
If pride is a sin. And a sin is pride. Then why is it? That people often don’t have a reason… To take pride in pride. To take sin in sin. And to combine the two? Together they make.
Suppression is the repression of depression and you are a part of their pill,
The common place routine fornicates foul truths of the mundane. We pay our bills while our sisters and brothers
Ask me what's to be changed I can try to analyze 
Scared screams fill the streets, As they watch their city torn, From the roots of the trees, To the fields of corn. Their small homes fall, And burn to the ground, With flames so tall,
Your eyes Benjamin, why do they droop? Why new quarter, do you feel like plastic? Why, paper dollar, are you so thin? What makes you valuable? Money.  We kill trees for corporate needs. 
Can I escape? What would I like to write about The profane My love Shall I write about what I'm happy about Or something else How about my machete injury
Sometimes I run wayside down a trickling sky. Like a fool with no bearing, I’m swallowed by the passing time. I don’t know what we are doing. I think we’re waiting…for something. Like a spiral,
Clipping coupons for a retail dream,
its a world hidden behind the appearance of intertwind shinanigans and crime i aplogize i didnt mean to rhyme   see its not just fun and games to get their names 
The Revolution Will not be Televised.  Hope will not be energized
   We are all taught to believe our choices are our own,
The mask covered his imperfections. The mask hid his hatred with a smile.  The mask hid his corruption by showing him as just a city worker. The mask hid his evil tongue by showing him as a good man.
Oppression... Suffering, Corruption Reaping, Gaining, Destroying. Shameful, Abominable. Authority, Truth. Justice...
Have you ever, Taken a step back for the gratitude of your own work. Taken a step back, For the appreciation of the piers. For a wider look on the world, A look that digs underneath false notifications.
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure the vices that mold our souls into monsters, or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
There is but a tapestry Woven over the years Laced with the delicate lives Of all those who lived before me   I am but a single thread Spinning endlessly until My end, just a piece
Hush little baby close your eyes, Hide from the world of darkness and lies. Hide from the fear that plagues your day, Hide from the world that shuts you away.  
What will I tell my children 15 years from now?  My brave 8 year old boy and his sweet 5 year old sister? "Why mommy, is daddy away all the time?" They ask: "Because he is catching the bad guys" 
There is change great and small, At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all. So many things that go on That could fill a hundred songs, Never get to see the day of light 
There once was a sheriff, corrupt in his heart for what he did he knew it was wrong.
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
My pockets have been picked But why mine? They are nearly empty The paper goes as it comes in There must be a hole in there Who would do such a thing?
It's sad in our day and age we have carelessly turned the page on the beautiful book which is our history
Dream of a world in which the seas do not shove,And in which the tide never declines offers,And where the clouds are more reliable.Dream of where the grass can be whatever color you please,
With it we define, the meaning of life The need to realign, without much strife To impose our odds, beyond our right
I come from a beautiful land that has a rich culture, delicious food, and extreme heat! I was born and raised in Nigeria and this will forever be my world.
Our daughters with rusty needle and red glass 
A man walks down a white road. He sees a child fallen on the street corner.  He tries to assist, she's too afraid- of what? He sees a man with a sign - black with white letters- "in need"- of what?
Despite being gallantYou are so flippantNow you have crumbledUnder the weight of your own bundleWhich is filled with avariceAnd governed by men of malice
  The Crown The bearer of the crown is not the same as the wearer Perhaps sometimes they can be the same, if the wearer is
I asked myself, what the FUCK is education? A nine letter noun that involves complete concentration... I ended up searching the actual definition, the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction.
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
In the beginning this land was calm and peacful. Harmoniously it co-existed with the world surrounding it. Neighboring lands though, tainted by evil, began invading our own;
I once did wield a sword of light and a crested shield, these I carried into fight society's worst nightmare. I gained, after long, the upper hand a simple trade it were,
Each word clung to paper thin pages with some particular tenacity the teachers teeth cut against soft palpable ears The floors knew these lessons had heard more words could tell them more
I imagine myself cultivated in the mind of blind guru Where color doesn't matter, where I can seek the truth
The hair of the free Shall abscond in fear of bondage. The brow of the worry-freeShall furrow in apprehensiveness. The eyes of the candid Shall avert in deception. The souls of the blushing 
I was born into a world in which I don’t understand, A metaphysical dilemma portrayed as wonderland. Consistently told what to do, But we call this the “land of the free”. If these shackles weren’t holding us,
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
Earth Where injustice and immorality are the norm Where bloodshed and betrayal occur daily Where the few dominate over the many Where war has become reality and generations are raised in conflict 
People in this world are so damn corrupt, Tossing and turning, flipping and flopping. Isn't there a price to pay for losing our humanity? My hope, my faith, my wish, Is it too much to ask that we just be kind?
                     
Everything can be handled to ones desire We are given dominion over all that lies in front of us and that remains in us Somehow some see most things as corrupt or tainted what were those things before they were mishandled?
Feeling terrible Melt your ashes on my tongue Tasting them like nothing I walk to walk, stiff joints crack, Bone-tip The time that knows no bounds Knows them indeed.
wake up one day take a look in the mirror i have something to say my message must be clearer i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic, theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
The world is SPINNING OUT I have no utter doubt That history repeats itself And its happening now. Do you think for a moment That this would not happen? Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories I don't solve the worlds mysteries And I am not their story keeper I am no mans scribe. That is not my life.
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You can’t watch, follow, or listen to that Those politics full of evil whether you’re Republican or a Democrat Don’t listen to those unholy people, they are no good
Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun.
How could you not understand? How badly the rich has the upper-hand When everybody is chasing the dollar They will always have us under their collar And under their commands we holler
America is the land of Paul Bunyan and John Henry. Where politicians don't drink, lie, or cheat; They have such high moral virtue. They fight for truth, freedom, And pursuit of happiness.
The ground beneath my already unstable legs is roaring with an ominous vibration. The uneasy earth is foretelling the fall of the sky.
You called me beloved Yet you were so irrational Mama you can’t handle it Them dogs who be so watchful Mama why you give yourself up so easily? Can’t you see you getting played So abruptly
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential. And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain. There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
Cold metal is no longer terror, ‘Till cold metal becomes warm, Cold metal is her weakness, Yet a friend that always warns.
Chicago shall rise again. This phrase, from ashes rose But I see a city again with flames rising high Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime. A Chicago whose politicians are varied
The World ending in Fire, or perhaps in Ice, Possibly Darkness, Maybe Light. The Fires of Passion. Glaciers of Hatred. The Fear of Darkness. Light of Acceptance.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.
One brain for admission Two to commence the submission Three for a laugh track Four the media is out of whack Bashing is on my resume You want my soul, how much will you pay
The infinite death. The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea. The price of the Earth is pride. Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing. The soul is green. The Earth was once true and sweet.
Selfish desires Thrive in our society. Lurking in every human mind Slowly Slowly Tearing all compassion away.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left. To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why. Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
Bang, bang. No sleeping tonight. The Sand Man won't come, No child will dream. Blasphemy on sight.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried. "He's been killed," they said, "execution style." She'd just found out her first-born son had died, Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
what do you do when life is hard and you have nothing left to give it just keeps hurting cause you know you hate to live what do you do when you dont know what you live for because everythings the same
I am a story with no ending. I wonder why you did what you did. I hear to many lies. I want it all to stop. I am a story with no ending.
My mother and father gave me birth, they said I had extreme worth. No brothers or sisters; no family or friends. This is where my story begins.
I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves the people who grieve Is it worth it to have a weapon that leaves people so sad? We need them to hunt we need them to survive but some people just have them
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I'm leaving. Not here, not there. Not anywhere. I won't be remembered. And I won't be missed.
The world is on fire Amongst all the lies should we give into desire? For what do they yearn leaders so greedy can they not see us burn?
Lily sighed and Lily cried, when she heard that her father died. Lily prayed and Lily swayed that he was still alive. Lily’s rage and Lily’s cage began to grow and expand.
Welcome to this place Where judgment is our game We'll chew you up and spit you out You'll never be the same.
Cast out from the world, You wander through a dark forest. The cold wind snaps and bites at your cheeks, While your tears fuel the icy fire. The bright white snow is the only thing that gives you light.
He haunts me. Like a ghost, my husband haunts me. The red-tailed hawks that cry out over head taunt me mercilessly. That was his favorite bird of prey. Cardinals that whistle and sing as the day wakes up
The weight of the world is on your shoulders; The way to success is your path. You don't want to be a dissapointment, For the tears of the victims would be your bath. You shout for the people to hear you,
My Life, my one true love, The one thing that makes me happy to wake up to every morning. My uncontrollable consistency, the one thing I want to commit too. I love you Life. I promise not to fight, push or shove.
we are living proof,, so here it goes, the living truth, said uncoated without any cuth. I remember looking out the window staring through bars watching , but the window was to blurry to see the stars.
Falling from the sky As if to watch the clockwork of every person shuffling by to understand our differences and always know our consequences but there is one thing we haven't learned:
It's everywhere All around us in the broad open Yet the blind can't see What's under their nose
Death. The word is pregnant with emotion.
Fallout Listen to the children cry As you watch their mothers die Empires fall before their eyes Led by a power who all despise
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