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The Ones To Come

Every generation goes through a new type of segregation. Different problems but the same level of responsibility never taken; At least not from the ones who are supposed to claim it. The ones in charge have the power to change things, they have it all but take advantage of the people who work hard to get what they cannot keep. Our pockets are wiped clean, our purity turns to darkness and our hearts harden; its the only way to survive what we deal with in our streets. You may think you run your life, but in reality we're all puppets, controlled by someone from behind the scenes. Its the ugly truth so many choose to act blind then see. But we're not blind, all we have to do is open our eyes. We're apart of the problem and its time we stop assisting in the mass genocide. Lets make a plan for all our sakes; we are the 99% which means the odds are in our favour. The 1% cannot take us, its times we show them the monsters they've created. The damage to us is already done, but we can pave a path much better for the generation's to come. Allow our children to be proud of the people they become, give to them what was not given to us. Many regrets but this will not be one.

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