The Five Percent
Seasoned as a veteran yet wet behind the ears
Judged by the plastic men some call their peers
How is it they are blindfolded to what is simply true
Head in a cloud, ignorance outloud life without a clue
Ludicrous to be ignoring this however life goes on
Happy to be the lowest piece proud to be the pawn
So many corrupted things people choose not to see
Thinking that they really live in the land of the free
Change isn't happening and 5 percenters just get worse
Who is it that they'll kill next just maybe I'll go first
bmdavey@10/31/19
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