Egypt with Pain

It starts with money. The lack of it, We know it's funny, But bit by bit, It all becomes blood money And it may be hard to admit, Because we know it's just a penny, But to them it's many. For them it's food, for them it's plenty. For us two dollars, For them it's twenty. We say " Hey Jenny " "Let me borrow a dime" But you know what they say, "Money is time " It may look like black, white, and gray, But please hear this rhyme. Because they got crime, While we have a job part time. We listen to awesome beats, While a kid dies on the streets. Elsewhere a bomb goes off, Cough Cough. A girls breathing stops, It goes off, it doesn't come back. And this isn't a joke; It's not a game. And now her small little frame, Her parents have to claim. It's all the same, Nothing ever changes, There always shame, It's in their name. Muslims. We automatically assume. We assume they're from the Muslim brotherhood. But they're not; They're good, They're just misunderstood. The morning news announces: "Cop sent to 15 year of prison" But no one cares, They don't give an ounce; Everyone just swears: "I didn't hear anything downstairs." And now a new president Who gives money to billionaires, And the Egyptian residents, Whose jobs he tears, Because he doesn't want to share. But still he wears, These Calvin Klein; And he questions the worlds affairs, But I don't get it. The US gave him 250 mill, But still, 48 percent of the population, That's half the nation, Is dying of starvation. So please be a mister, And be a listener; Listen to her, Hear her defer And you'll concur, She's not dangerous.

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