What the Real Really
What the real really
many cry for a meal feel me
In this world as ice
In any weather whether whatever
Feelings are put away
For another day
Priorities and Responsibilities
Yet what can I say
We all got to eat
Adverse on the street
At first it is said no repeat
I stand tall on my feet
cause I will not comprehend the word defeat
Come on Now what the real really
Many ancestors suffered for the liberty
of Expression and all they did was cause our aggression
Made it feel like there were no purpose
steal our ideas make us feel worthless
Well let me tell you this
I can not be grudgeful but something
got to give cause compensation is
needed for us to live
The wages to minumum
and the sentences too maximum
So somebody got to find
a way to turn this dirt into platinum
Not ungrateful yet disappointed
that it takes so many years to get issues appointed
Copyright © Christopher Coke | Year Posted 2005
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