Trapped

 

The voice of the young shall grow in honor.

Keep your values but stand for yourself or live the life of a goner.

All the fakes are owned and trapped by society.

And it’s crazy how many accept, and this grows in variety.

He watches down on us and we must promise to never give in.

Because in the end people like us will win.

And people like them will no longer remain.

Bullets spit from their mouth and tears fall from our sky.

But we must be the type to stay strong and have eyes that never cry.

Remember in karma and that they will be meeting her soon.

Everything you did wasn’t earned with effort, you just stayed fed by a spoon.

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