Bondage

Why does it seem that all my brothers Cant escape just what the others Scandalize just for a profit Vandalize like they cant stop it... Infiltrating all our schooling Techs and nines will make a ruling At the hands of someone younger When innocence can’t feed their hunger... The newscaster on the telly Will dress it up like mackavelli Unanswered questions for a rating Back at 10 deliberating... Acting like we lost a hold Of dreams that martin Luther told We’re letting down the ones before us Still riding in the back of the bus... How did we lose sight of what thee Fruit has sacrificed for the tree If we don’t get it all together We cannot predict the weather... Then the storm will be upon us Laughing at the ones that bore us Dragging many chains behind them With our names inscribed inside them...