A Pot of Crabs
In many ways, Are We like a pot of crabs
With Us, Always, reaching up for grabs
Like We intend to keep Each other down
As with Slavery, in Our predicament-bound
Which is why, Everytime, We rise to the top
Are We distracted by the sound of a POP!
Indicating, how DRAMA, is at it's boiling point
And, that SOMEBODY's about to leave this joint
Cause that's Our way of maintaining EQUALITY
Even if it means, We're All Living In Misery
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