Leftover Prime

Prime was long gone once the boots got involved

Causing any trouble that we've yet to resolve

Told us that our future would be lost by 18

Never really said they're the ones in the scene

So what about the kids who never had a thing?

Call em lost 'cause they couldn't add a thing

But you go and judge what they wanna hear

Take free will then get up out of here

If you really want a future that we all can enroll, you need to tell patrol to enforce some self control

Don't go and get all manic cause you don't know how to manage

These kids don't need to panic cause you wanna do some damage

The timeline can change with the pattern rearranged

This is for the pops whose son just got shot

Don't think that we forgot who's the one behind the gun

Time to stand up and demand to defund

 

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