This "Place" called Earth

Location

The 707
Santa Rosa Ave.
United States
38° 24' 6.894" N, 122° 42' 48.5856" W

Born to a generation

of kids, in which

forced dentrifacation

is poured among the faces

Can't afford the payments

store our problems in the basements

War is what we're making

the Court is who I'm paying

Government, getting paid off insubordination

Doesn't it, seem just a little bit racist

well face it! we we're created...

to catch cases, smash braces, and tag places

they've got my back breaking

to this minimum wage

I'm just a slave, just another student trying to get paid

trying to get made, trying to get mine

It's like if you ain't about that money

You ain't about my time

This wasn't always my ways

This wasn't always my mind

I'm just a product of environment

with the plastic still stuck in the spine

On my grind, got to pay those dues

I live at school, so many thing's to do

so many thing's to choose, so many people to see

I Love my people, It's where I need to be

For a salary, or for money to earn

the Monetary system has me so coerced

Where did I get this life, I just want to learn...

How did we inherit this place called Earth?

 

 

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