Blues of the Damn'D

Public buildings are burning under a horoscope of learning, the zodiacs are aligning into a confinement of coercing. A people begging for some peace maybe a chance to pause repeat, hypothetical formalities are what we continue to feed. Maybe in another time not much different from our own, we could walk the streets without these hoods, and not expect to get stoned. In reality we are burdened with another's cross to bear, while children sleep in our streets and no one seems to care. Santa isn't coming this year thanks to our parents and their addiction, a white Christmas habit is becoming a child's affliction. Similar in color our elders transfuse an ignorance, singing blues of the damn'd with every school lesson we've ever missed. One day we'll live our lives just like you lived your own, passing down to our children all the seeds that you have sewn. Bloodlines to keep conflicting all the amenities we are committing to the selfish and the helpless mouths as we continue in this force feeding.