Talkin Bout a Revolution
Prayers lost under pollution
like innate rights under the constitution
Citizens raise question receiving no solution
while activist talk talks of retribution
I raise my fist waiting on the revolution
Living lives within cages
feeding families off minimum wages
Playing roles in life like plays on stages
stuck within system wondering why the God’s wont turn pages
I raise my fist waiting on the revolution
Rest asleep on tear stained pillows wonder why you have no tranquility
because this system offers no stability
No humility could get you credibility
No degree for availability within a Babylon facility
I raise my fist waiting on a revolution
Spreading Internal and external war
sending innocent souls ashore
Institutionalized racism encroaching the blacks childs core
so much confusion you souls become sore
While, I raise my fist waiting on a revolution
And just humanity begins to adjust to insanity
Mingling with profanity and vanity
acceptaning mental inhumanity
We raise our voice beginning a revolution
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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