Lonely Society
oh, when your family life depends on disability checks coming in the mail,
food stamps to eat a good meal, it sucks, because it's the same routine,
over and over, month after month, nothing to get by, oh, yea we have
clothes on our backs to keep us warm during harsh cold days,
but if respect got lost it'll immedialty turn to grey, in this lonely society
called home base, where narks get bad impressions from everyone,
socials get jacked were the identity can't be identified, so they'll spy,
try to get the truth from the hood, where no one's fellings are ever understood,
we're all under the rug, which must mean we're all considered hoodlums doing dumb,
but we're the under-rated group loosing control, as a whole we make up a big majority
of enterprise to bring down this lonley society, to swing on a seat with strings, to run, have fun, come out our houses and speak about principles of the world,
which would be to defend the defensless on this planet from creul intentions including humanity why oh, why you lonely society did you bring me into a way of life, which hardly anyone sees insights
Copyright © Dreau Yzaguirre | Year Posted 2013
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