Middle Class

They don’t understand our situation They say they do behind their t.vs. and CNN Half hearted donations Safe behind locked doors and minivans Saying “Just go to school, just get a job” “work hard and you’ll get your due” “This I promise you” While they take my taxes and spend it on Killing people like me Citizens, innocent women and children People of different colored skin Blaming people like me, saying that I’m the reason Why America is going downhill Losing moralities Shootouts and killings They just don’t understand our situation This is a war Soldiers outlined in chalk Concrete Angels We don't bring the violence Violence seeks us They just don't understand the damn situation They think that I love to live In poverty, dejection Never seeing my parents because they work minimum wage jobs Pushing them until their bones grind And it’s my rage against the damn machine this time Myself, working two occupations with a lower class education Trying to take advantage of what My situation Can dish out to me I’m squeezing out the last flippin’ penny Taking 9 classes at a time War against the poor, right? The rich get richer and the poor worse off Then when it all started Playing my only trump card over and over But when they change the rules, what’s my future Going to be? Yes, this is my future, so leave it up to me Stay behind the damned SUVS and flippin’ Suburbia Universe, Leave it to Beaver To hack off my opportunities Because I’m sick and tired of False Robin Hoods running around like their saving the world But really, they are just Robbin’ hoods