Home's a Wreck

Too many listen and give in to domestic terrorism/ Home’s a wreck and terror’s risen for our children/ Most don’t inspect many carry on missing radicalism in their own colosseum/ No call to see ‘em no wall we’ll greet ‘em / I’ll sprawl and take any call to free them from whatever bad man/ From the tales we’re told as kids too tall for our short attention span/ To the guide rails blurred / As they asked his to crawl when they need to get walking/ You see them down that’s the only way you’re kicking it with kin/ It’s true I’m on a path of a one pony savior gripping it and withering/ All new weathering whether winning or taking a slipping loss never falling/ Re-gripping your loft to grow a new crop for your own sods sawing